9 comments/ 4689 views/ 5 favorites Exploring By: BarbaraAllen One Two people who were about to start a new life. Two people who destiny was bringing together. "You are going to WHAT!?" "I'm going to a munch to seek a Master," said Paige. "You mean like in that dirty book everyone is talking about?" "No not like the stupid book silly! A real Master. Someone who knows what he is doing and can help me explore my... possible interests and feelings. Help me learn what makes me tick... and wet." "I am jealous of you Leslie you know exactly what makes you interested...and turned on. Those dumb, muscle head, gym asses unfortunately. Though there was that amazing time that one night in Mexico with that Italian guy and us. That got us both going!" she said with a giggle and a smile. "I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with this part of my life and I know that this may be perfect for me." * * * * * * William Jackson was busy with the paperwork he so despised. As he worked, his mind wandered off on his search for a partner. He was 35 and had one failed marriage behind him. He really didn't like living alone but wanted something stable this time. He had been married ten years ago but the marriage had been a mistake. She was straight and that wasn't what he wanted. After five years of struggling to make a go of it, they had mutually agreed to call it quits. Thanks to the Internet, he had finally discovered that there were actually women out there who were interested in the same things he was. Bill liked to imagine a world where his female staff were all submissive and beautiful and totally at his mercy. Of course he recognized that this wasn't possible in the real world and he showed them proper respect. But in the world of his imagination, it was quite different. He looked at the clock. Tonight there was a munch at the steakhouse where the group met and who knows? Perhaps he would meet someone there who was unattached and open to a relationship. Meanwhile, in the same building, Paige Ryan sat at her desk going through the employee files. It had only been a month since her promotion but she had intended to shake things up in her department starting with weeding out what she considered to be the dead weight employees. She'd already let two people go this week and would be interviewing from other departments to fill the spaces. She really couldn't afford to let anyone else go; however, there was no reason to let anyone think that they weren't expendable. They would work harder if they thought the axe was going to be brought down at any time. Oh she knew what people were saying about her behind her back, that the only reason she'd gotten the promotion was because she'd had to have slept with someone for it. At twenty five, she was the youngest executive the firm had but she'd earned it, and not on her back. The fact that she was attractive only fueled the gossip. She was on the shorter side, though the heels she wore added inches to her mere five feet, and she always tried to keep her pale blond hair tied back so it would look professional. But, no matter how conservative she tried to keep her appearance, she was young and was fast tracked, so the rumors had started. As she went through the files, she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. The day was nearing an end and she was both excited and nervous about the dinner she was going to. She hadn't been in a serious relationship in well over two years and the men she tended to date just didn't understand her, or her needs. She was brought out of her reverie when her assistant buzzed her office to remind her of the department heads meeting she had to attend. * * * * * * For Bill, the day was moving more slowly than usual because he was impatient to be leaving which was unusual for him. He checked his calendar and saw that he had a damn department heads meeting. They were a colossal waste of time. Still he had to go so he was resigned to it. His group was doing well and he knew they were pleased with him as a boss which was important to him. He really didn't care that much how hard they worked as long as they got good results. If they could do that without killing themselves, that was fine with him. He knew other managers took a different approach but it didn't seem to get them any better results. It was time and he went to the meeting. As he walked in and sat down, several people said hello and he chatted while they waited for the Senior Vice President to come in and start. As was his bent, Bill looked over all the others at the meeting, particularly the women, both managers and secretaries, as they drifted in and out. One girl, as always, caught his eye. He couldn't remember her name. Paige something, he thought. Now she was spectacular. She was the youngest of any of the managers and younger than many of the secretaries. She seemed to try hard to project an image because of that. She was extremely shapely and although she was very careful to wear conservative outfits, they couldn't hide her figure. She was a little girl but wore very high heels to offset her lack of height. All that did, in his eyes, was make her sexier. He wondered what she was like when she wasn't trying to show off. She was very officious in the meetings but she was clearly on the fast track and would probably be very successful until she hit the glass ceiling. The top people all liked her a lot and the rumors were that she was probably sleeping with somebody but Bill didn't believe that for a second. It was a delightful fantasy but that wasn't usually how women got ahead. The meeting started and he had to pay attention. He glanced at the clock from time to time. When it was over, he would head to what he really wanted to be doing. * * * * * * One thing that Paige hadn't been expecting during the meeting was having to justify the layoffs she'd implemented when she got her promotion. She especially didn't care for having to do so in a group full of her colleagues, but she thought she handled the situation as well as could be expected. Maybe it had been a rash choice in an effort to exert her authority but she thought it had been necessary. Half of her staff had been with the company since she was still in college and treated her as such. Now she had their attention, and she fully intended to have their respect as well. The other department heads were alright, though she hadn't really had time to get to know most of them very well. Most of them looked as bored throughout the meeting as she was and, when it was over, she noticed that almost everyone filed out as quickly as they could. Some more than others, she thought, when she saw how fast William had left the meeting. She'd made a fairly hasty exit herself. The restaurant was a good ten miles from the office and she knew she wouldn't have time to go home and change first. Though she knew she looked good in what she was wearing, she had wanted to change into something a little less corporate and a little more fun. She would have to settle for losing the suit jacket and taking her hair down to accomplish an appearance that was more approachable. When she pulled up the restaurant, she sat in her car for a good ten minutes trying to work up the nerve to actually walk in. She touched up her makeup and, with a deep breath, got out of the car and walked in. The group had a private room in the back of the restaurant and when she checked in, they gave her a nametag to wear. She felt fairly ridiculous putting it on, but she wanted to try and fit in and, hopefully, meet some nice people or, if things went really well, one especially nice person. * * * * * * Bill was also very glad when the staff meeting finally came to an end. He wasn't impressed much with the girl's explanation of why she thought she had to cut her staff but it wasn't his concern. He felt sorry for her staff, though. A thought went through his head as she made her defense that she would probably be a Domme if she wasn't so damn straight. Some girls didn't know their place. If he was running the world, he would have her report for a spanking for behaving like that instead of defending her staff. As soon as the staff meeting was adjourned, he headed for his car. He wanted to get to the restaurant early. He didn't have anything to do with setting things up. That was Dave Jenkins' job. He and Dave had been friends a long time and he liked seeing Dave. He also frankly and openly envied Dave for his lovely wife, Karen. She was his consensual slave and they had a fantastic relationship. She, of course, also adored her husband and felt that he had saved her from the world. With him, her inner desires could be openly expressed. She said when she got his collar, she felt totally free for the first time in her life. When he arrived, he pulled into the lot and walked over to the restaurant. He headed straight into the back where the room was that they reserved. Dave and Karen and a few others were there and he said hello and relaxed. They couldn't wear lifestyle clothing because it was still a public venue but there was some talk of a private party. On impulse, Bill offered them the use of his own home. He had plenty of room. Dave said it sounded good and he would raise it with the others. As the room gradually filled with the members, Bill kept watch, hoping that perhaps there would be someone of the female persuasion who was new and single. Then he felt like he had been struck dumb as the last person he ever expected in the world to see there walked in. She had taken off the severe suit jacket and let her hair down which further emphasized her magnificent figure and made her look much more relaxed. That was when Bill realized that she would recognize him and his first impulse was to get the hell out of there but he didn't have time. Then he thought that was ridiculous and unnecessary since, if she was there too, they were obviously both into the lifestyle. He was surprised though that he had been right. She must be a Domme. No wonder she acted the way she did. On impulse he stood up and went over to her. "Good evening, Paige. It is certainly a nice surprise to see you here." Of everything that Paige had expected from the evening ahead of her, running in to someone she knew from work hadn't even made the list. She was mortified and curious at the same time. She didn't know Bill nearly well enough to have even speculated on what he did in his free time but it certainly wasn't this. If she'd even thought for a moment someone from work would be there, she never would have shown up, and it didn't matter that it was him, just that someone she worked with knew she'd been here left her almost speechless. "It certainly is a surprise. Hello Bill" The slightest breeze could have knocked her over from the surprise. Glancing around, she saw more people were starting to come in and sit at various tables. Many of them knew each other already and she figured they'd been coming here for a while now as the research she'd done told her that this group had been meeting here for several years already. "That old saying about how much do you really want to know about your neighbors and coworkers comes to mind just now," she said to Bill. She was rambling and Paige knew she only did that when she was nervous. She had to find a way to stop. "I've never been to one of these before. I think I'm a little out of my depth here. Do you sit anywhere?" "Please, have a seat with me." Once they had sat down, Bill continued, "It is certainly a surprise to see you here. May I assume you are a Domme? How long have you been into this lifestyle?" He waited eagerly to see what she would say. He wondered if she was just lesbian or if she swung both ways. This kind of inquiry would be totally improper under normal circumstances but anyone here would be accepting of it as it was just a way of getting to know what was important about each other. In a way, having a face that she knew made it slightly easier for Paige. Sitting by herself and just hoping that she'd meet someone who would be friendly was a concern. In a way it made her feel like she did when she was in school and her parents had moved around a lot, always the new face in the crowd. So Bill being there was a bonus even if now she figured that working together was going to be a little awkward. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise when he asked if she were a Domme. She sipped at the water that was on the table while she thought of how to respond. Did it matter if he thought that? "That's an interesting assumption. I'm curious. What about me led you to think that?" She hadn't told him if he were correct or not, but decided she was going to be amused by it rather than offended. After all, he only knew her from work where she knew she had a reputation for being rather tough. It was a silly assumption in her book, though, to base something so personal on with no real knowledge at all. "Well, you are pretty tough and strong at work," he said. "Since you are here..." His voice trailed off as he realized that she was surprised. The only other possibility was... "Perhaps I just made an unsupported assumption. I am a very strong Master myself but at work..." He trailed off again. "Oh my Lord! I just realized what I was saying. "Paige, can we back up a bit? I sincerely apologize for any implications or anything I said that may have offended you. I am here, quite frankly, looking for a sub. OK, what I am actually looking for is a woman who would like to explore being a slave. The idea puts off most girls, even if they are into being submissive. It's pretty extreme. "What I find absolutely amazing is that slaves consistently say that being enslaved is the most freeing thing that can happen to them. "I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away, blithering. I guess I am assuming again. But I guess it is safe to assume that you are either dominant or submissive or you wouldn't be here." He laughed. "So, if you don't mind me asking, which is it?" Somehow, the nervous fumbling of his words relaxed her own nerves just a bit and she was able to ease into to her surroundings. She laughed a bit when he mentioned that she had to be either a dominant or a submissive, as she figured that much, at the very least, went without saying unless she'd taken a most unfortunate wrong turn in the restaurant. "We work together, so I should mind you asking, but somehow I don't. You know I think if I'd seen you in here before I walked in, I would have turned the other way. I'm afraid your assumption was incorrect" She took a few more sips of water while she carefully considered her words. The last thing she wanted to do was come across as too unsure of what she wanted, though the truth was, she wasn't entirely sure what she was looking for. Oh, to hell with it, she thought, what did she have to lose by being honest about it? She was new to this; it wasn't something to be embarrassed about, after all. Wasn't that why she'd come? To meet others and to learn? "I don't think I can have an opinion on why this lifestyle would put some people off; this is all very new to me. Other than things I've read online or books I've ordered, this is the first time I'm delving in to this entire world." Bill was surprised at her revelation. "We don't get too many newbies here. In that case, let me be the first to welcome you to our little group. We tend to be out on the fringe in terms of our sexual interests so it's nice to be able to relax and be ourselves with other people. I am sorry for the comments earlier. I didn't just jump to conclusions; it looks more like I took a flying leap!" He grinned. "We're not supposed to be too judgmental but dominant women and submissive men creep me out a little. You may not know this but since you said you weren't sure just what you are looking for, be aware that there are a few people in our group who are what we call switches which means they go both ways. "What we usually do is try to help newbies get acclimated and help them to figure out what they want. You may have little or no idea what a slave is other than the involuntary kind. I don't know what you've read and I really don't want to make any more ridiculous assumptions. So if you could make a wish and get whatever kind of partner you would want, what would he or she be?" Listening to him go on, she could have told him that she understood the basic terms and ideas. She had approached this the same way she did everything else, with conscious and deliberate research. She'd read almost everything she could find online, both fiction and nonfiction. She'd read over a dozen books on the subject and she'd chatted with a couple of people over the internet who were willing to answer a few basic questions for her. She had gotten into it through on-line porn when she stumbled across some stuff that featured rough sex and spanking and found herself turned on a lot. She started to look for more and was surprised at how much there was. Paige was only a little bit surprised to hear his opinion on dominant women and submissive men. She'd seen the way he'd looked at some of the women in the office and had always figured him to be a little bit of a chauvinist but she decided not to judge him solely on that. Everyone, she knew, had a few things about them that were less than desirable, it was what made them human. She went on saying, "I found out that there are groups like this in just about every other city within an hour's drive time of here. I chose this one because from what I learned about it, it was the most welcoming to new members, and to people who were new in general. "Don't mistake new for naive. I'm not sure what I'm looking for in terms of what I want out of this group. I know that I want to meet the right man to grow and explore this with. Someone who will be patient and give the right guidance I need, who won't be intimidated by my drive, career-wise, and most of all, just makes me feel alive when I'm with them. I know that's not extremely specific, but it's a start, right?" She glanced around again and noticed a few more people had filtered in. Some sat in groups, some sat alone and looked as if they were waiting for others. She could easily spot the couples among them as well. "You said you came here hoping to find someone," she said. "What are you looking for?" "I am much clearer on what I want than you seem to be," he replied. He thought for a few moments. How should he put this? What he would like to say and what he would say were quite different. If he was going to be, and able to be, completely honest with her he would just say, I am looking for a slave a beautiful as you are, and that would be it. But he didn't think for one second that she would understand because she wouldn't know what a slave was. Instead he said, "I am looking for a woman driven by a strong inner desire to commit to a relationship with a Master, a man to whom she is able to give herself completely, in body, mind and spirit. She would have no limits on what can be done to her by me; she would consent to obey me in every respect; she would give me complete control of her life with the clear understanding that I may exercise that control in any manner I wish, whether she agreed with me or not; that any and all of the areas where I did exercise control could be changed at any time, unilaterally by me, without need for her further consent and that this control would be enforced by any physical or mental measures I may see fit to use. In summary, she would exist for my pleasure. "And in return I would have all the responsibilities that ownership carries. Although she would have no limits on what can be done to her by me, my limits would be based on doing nothing that would deliberately or recklessly risk injury to her. I would demand that she obey me in every respect but with the clear understanding that we would both thrive and grow. Exploring "Yeah. This looks right," Seth said to himself as he examined the dark underwater entrance. Davian, the water sports manager at the resort Seth was staying, had told him where to look for the entrance to a small cave that was hidden from the tourists and sailboats. "This has to be it," he thought. He swam past the arch being careful not to bang his scuba gear into the jagged rocks. The filtered light from the sun quickly receded into darkness, and he hoped he wasn't getting himself into trouble. Then, just ahead, he saw a glimmer of light reach into the clear, aqua water. As he swam closer, he saw a farm of brightly colored fish part for him and dart away. He looked up at the round hole and shot up, grabbing the edge and pulling himself out of the water. "Wow!" he said aloud as he pulled off his mask and snorkel. The cave ran several feet into the sandstone. Looking toward the sea, he saw an oval opening that seemed to lead to a cliff overlooking to water. He finished taking off all his gear and walked toward the opening. As he got nearer, he noticed a tan foot coming into view, then a tan, shapely leg. As he got to the entrance, he stopped dead in his tracks. An amazingly beautiful girl was asleep and sunning herself on a blanket spread out on the ledge. She has long, straight light brown hair that was just about the same color as her bronze skin. She has long, dark eyelashes and a slender nose perched above soft, light pink lips. They were slightly plump and parted as she breathed deeply in her slumber. His eyes followed the golden slope of her body down to her breasts. She had thin, soft curves, not like a trained athlete, but slender and smooth. Her breasts rose and fell, and her nipples matched the light rose color of her lips. He was entranced watching her modest cups rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing. Her nipples were glistening from sweat in the hot tropical sun. She didn't have the slightest trace of a tan line anywhere. As he quietly stepped closer, his eyes followed her flat brown belly down to her rose-colored vaginal cleft. She has completely shaved and obviously spent considerable time on this task because she was free of even a slight hint of stubble. The skin looked smooth and silky. Her labia were parted slightly, almost like facial lips getting ready for a kiss. Her clit seemed to be stretching just a bit in the sun's warmth. As he bent down for a closer look, he saw a bud of moisture forming at the base of her sex. He stood and took in the curve of her thighs. They looked strong from swimming and climbing. Her calves led down to thin, perfect ankles. She was a goddess. As he looked down, he saw how think and rigid his dick had become. It made a wide ridge in his Speedos, and his head was poked out beyond the waistband. The sound of a soft sigh brought his attention back to the girl. She had awoken and let out a small surprised gasp as she raised herself on her elbows. "I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I didn't think anyone would be here. The guy at the hotel told me no one knows about this place, so I didn't expect to see -- well -- anyone, certainly anyone like you here. I'm sorry I was staring. You're just so beautiful I couldn't help myself." She smiled. "You startled me a bit too, but I guess there's no harm done. As you can see, I usually don't wear a bathing suit, so being naked doesn't bother me." He smiled in relief. "Hi," he said extending his hand. "I'm Seth." "I'm Darina. Staying at Cormorant Bay?" "Yep." "Well, Seth. I don't mind company, but you might as well take those off 'cause they're not doing a whole lot anyway," she said as she grinned up at him and at his erupting penis. "Okay." Seth shimmied out of his trunks and tossed them inside the cave. "You know, you really have a gorgeous dick. Do you mind if I touch it?" "Does it look like I mind?" Darina moved beside him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She loved the way it felt in her hand ... smooth, soft skin and a sleek straight shaft. She also loved the color. It was more brown than pink or red, and head rested atop of his shaft like a hat with a small brim. "And, you shave," she squealed. "Do you know how sexy it is to see a gorgeous man with no pubic hair? I mean, guys like shaved pussies, right?" Seth nodded agreement as he stared at her beautiful pussy. "So, what makes them think that girls like all that hair down there?" "You've got a great body, Seth. Are you an athlete?" "Yeah. I start college in the fall on a track scholarship." "It shows. I just can't get enough of this dick." Darina put a little oil on her hands and started massaging his eight inch shaft. "I love your balls too. Mmmm ... I've got to taste this." She took Seth's cock in her mouth and started licking. She curved her tongue around his shaft and moved up and down while she sucked him in. "Oh, God," Seth managed to blurt out between pants. She smiled and started gently massaging his balls while she took him into her throat. Then, she began sucking harder and attacked the underside of his penis with her tongue. She felt him start to get tense and felt his balls draw into his body as he shouted, "Jesus!" The first explosion hit the back of her throat, followed by a river of cum. She was able to swallow one big load before the next hit. Soon, he relaxed, and the blasts became trickles. He opened his eyes in time to see her swirl his cum like fine wine and swallow the remainder. "You taste better than I expected," she remarked. "Your cum is creamy and mild, not too salty. Mmmmm." "Holy fuck that amazing!" "Glad you liked it." "Liked it? Jesus, I've never felt anything like that before. And, after staring at your pussy all afternoon, I can't wait to taste you." Darina lay back on the blanket. Seth saw a towel and folded it into a pillow and put it under her head. Then, he kissed her long and hard. He tasted bits of his cum mixed with her saliva and decided he liked the taste of pussy a whole lot more. He kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts. Then, he licked her nipples and began biting them with his lips wrapped over his teeth. "You smell like heaven," he told her. "That feels so good. I love the way you suck my tits." As if he needed any encouragement, he ran the tip of his tongue in circles around her nipples and gently pulled them. He swapped back and forth, one nipple, then the other. Finally, he kissed his way down her torso to the petals of her flower. First, he breathed deeply. He really got off on her musk. Seth flattened his tongue and added some saliva and began licking her entire cunt. Her clitoral bud was already coming out as he ran his tongue up and down her dripping slit. Seth used his thumbs to open her labia and made his tongue pointed and rigid as he ran it up and down, as well as in and out of her sex. He soaked his index finger in his mouth and inserted it in her pussy. Then he added the middle finger. He pushed in as far as he could and curved them both up as he pulled them out. Darina bit her lower lip as he moved across her G-spot. As his fingers continued their assault, he began kissing her anus and licking his way back up to her clit. Seth mimicked what Darina had done with her tongue and wrapped his around her hood. "Oh, fucking holy fuck," she started moaning. He would pause and use the tip of his tongue to flick her clit in between tongue rubs. Darina pulled her legs up and grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer in an involuntary response to the pleasure. Her juices were flooding out of her now. When Seth went in for one final clitoral attack, she began panting, "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Her body bucked, and her thighs began squeezing his head. In the midst of her orgasm, he thought it was good that he was a diver and could hold his breath for a long time. After one final "Ah," Darina went limp. "Oh, shit, college boy. You get an A+ for that." "Why, thank you, ma'am." Seth walked over to the opening where he entered the cave and dipped his face mask in water. He poured it over his face to wash off the coating of pussy juice and spit. As he returned, Darina opened her brown eyes and squinted up at his thick erection. "Now for the grand finale!" She reached up, grabbed his hand, and pulled him down on the blanket. Then, she straddled him, bent down to kiss the top of his penis, and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. "Mmmmm ... I knew that would feel amazing!" Seth put his hands on her hips, closed his eyes and began luxuriating in the feel of her tight, silken glove wrapped around his cock. She was so wet and so tight. He was glad he came earlier or he wouldn't have lasted 15 seconds. Darina moved slowly up and down, letting her pussy get accustomed to him girth. He was so long that he just about touched her cervix when she went down all the way. She loved being so completely full of dick. Then she propped herself on her hands and started pumping him in earnest. She quickly discovered that the edge of his cock head would brush her clit if she moved a certain way, and that really got her going. Seth desperately wanted to cum with her but she was gripping him so tightly that he worried about cumming too soon. "God, this must be what it's like to masturbate into fur," he thought. Seth worked on controlling his breathing and tried to concentrate on something other than the velvet grasp of her pussy. Darina was now dripping sweat and moving up and down so fast she was a bit of as blur. Suddenly, she screamed, "Fucking Jesus!" Her pussy broke into spasms around Seth's dick. He came with a force unlike any he had ever experienced. She felt him blast into her cervix, and she screamed even louder. The pleasure from his explosions hit him in torrents. All he could manage to do was to repeat, "Fuck -- fuck -- fuck" over and over again. When they both started to relax, Seth pulled Darina to his chest and swallowed her into his arms. They both fell asleep with his dick still nestled in her well-used cunt and her head resting over his heart. Seth woke first and could tell he was just about to fall out of her pussy, so he stayed perfectly still. When Darina started to stir, he felt his cum-soaked cock slip out onto the blanket. "That was fucking amazing!" she exclaimed. "Your cock is like some kind of magic wand." "I don't think it was my cock. I think it was my inspiration. Are you staying on the island long?" "Through the weekend. I have to get back to school myself." "At least we have five more days, although my balls may explode before then!" "That's an interesting image," she said as she grinned. "Where do you go to school, by the way?" Seth asked. "Colorado State. What about you?" "Colorado State University?" "Uhm, yeah. Is there another one?" "That's where I'm going! That's where I'm running track!" "Are you trying to fuck with my mind after fucking my body?" she asked with a skeptical look in her eye. "No. I'm serious! This is really fucking weird," he said. "Are you a freshman, too?" "Sophomore." "Damn," he said. "I thought it would be cool to date an older woman." "Date? Don't you have a girlfriend?" "Nope. Not at Colorado State. But, what about you?" "No. I dated this guy some last year, be he turned out to be a dick everywhere except where it counted." "So ... you're free," said Seth as he reached over stuck started rubbing her clit. "Nothing's free, buster." "But, you're unattached." "Not for long," she replied as she began stroking his dick to full attention. She lay back down on the blanket, and Seth leaned over to give her a long, slow, deep kiss that seemed to last all night. "What are you doing for dinner?" "Fucking," she answered, "but I might be able to squeeze you in after that." He grinned and placed his cock at her entrance to heaven. "This is going to be a great year," he thought. Exploring Seeing Tommy at the high school reunion brought back memories. He hadn't been my first boyfriend, or even my most remembered, and far from my favorite, but he had played an important role in my life the summer after our senior year. Now I was divorced, and he was married with a couple of little kids. Married to Janet, a girl he'd known in high school. She'd been a couple of grades behind us, and I hadn't known her well, but we'd been on the softball and soccer teams together, and she'd been a fellow flag twirler my senior year. She was pretty, and friendly. I wondered if he had ever taken her to the house. The old Watts house was at the end of a cul-de-sac, on a lot that was probably worth at least half a million dollars it the owners had wanted to sell. The house itself was in need of major repair, and would probably have had to be torn down rather than remodeled. The paint was peeled, and many of the boards on the porch were rotten where the rain had blown in over the years the house had been empty. I didn't believe in ghosts, or course, but tales of the old haunted house fascinated me as much as they did the other teenagers who were drawn there over the years. Supposedly, a man had murdered his entire family there years before, then hanged himself in the cellar. The story was that if you were there on the new moon you could see his ghost. Whether or not there had been murders there, the house was spooky. It was built in a gothic style, sometime in the nineteenth century. The original owners had been prominent citizens, a doctor and his wife. The family that ended up dead there were renters, according to legend, a man down on his luck who had moved in sometime in the nineteen fifties because he and his family were allowed to live there in exchange for doing repairs. The fact that it was badly in need of repairs even half a century before pointed to the fact that nobody had cared enough about it or it's potential value to keep it up. The doctor and his wife, James and Myrna Watts, were buried in the local cemetery. The dates on their graves were 1911 and 1924. He had died first, at age eighty four. She was, according to the dates on the stone, ten years younger than he. I thought that, going by the dates and ages on the tombstone, that the house must have been built sometime in the mid eighteen hundreds, when they were a young couple. The house had been wired for electricity, and there were two bathrooms, one with an old fashioned tub still intact, and a high seated toilet missing it's tank. The other bathroom had only the sink surviving, with dual faucets and a pedestal. Most of the rooms were empty. There were a few odd pieces of furniture, a dresser with a broken mirror in one of the bedrooms, a broken down sofa downstairs that had probably not been there when the last tenants lived in the house. I imagined that it had been dragged there by teenaged lovers to provide a place to stretch out besides the floor. There was also a worn mattress in one of the upstairs rooms, which I thought probably had similar origins to the downstairs sofa. The room with the mattress had two walls with windows, with most of the glass broken out of the frames. They provided ventilation, making the room smell much less musty than the downstairs, where all the windows had been boarded up. The broken windows also provided access to the house. A makeshift ladder had been affixed to what had once been a trellis on the porch leading to the roof, from which it was easy, if you watched where you stepped and didn't fall through, to get into the upstairs bedroom. I had never had the nerve to go there on my own. Not that I was afraid of anything supernatural, but I did have a little paranoia about rape. I fantasized about going there by myself and being captured by a group of guys who would strip me naked and make me do all sorts of things I liked thinking about but didn't really want to be forced to do. I had been there with groups of friends of course. In the daytime, with nothing in mind except looking at the inside of a place we weren't supposed to be, my friends and I had sneaked in, looked around, and left. There were used condoms on both floors and lots of empty beer cans. We had wanted to go into the cellar, but it had been secured with a large padlock, and none of us were adept enough to open it. A couple of girlfriends and I had been there three times during the summer when we were sixteen, always in the daytime, and always making sure that there was nobody else around before we climbed up. Like myself, they were thrilled with the thoughts of being raped, and appalled at the possibility. Tommy was the first boy I had ever gone to the house with alone. Even then I wasn't willing to go at night. It wasn't that it was understood that if a girl went to the old house at night with a guy that she was going to get fucked. I wanted to get fucked. I just didn't want to be there after dark. Other people might be there after dark and it would be impossible to see them through the open cracks in the boards and the broken windows until we were already in the house. He wasn't from the neighborhood, and hadn't even lived in the town long, only a couple of years, so it wasn't surprising that he'd never been there. The popularity of the house as a lover's resort had peaked during my parent's youth anyway, and the stories of trysts and orgies there were only marginally more realistic than the stories of ghosts and supernatural activity. There were certainly more convenient places to go for sex. It helped to bring a blanket if you were just going there to fuck. The mattress was very stained and dusty, even though it was the cleanest room in the house. I don't know who did the cleaning, probably some girl who liked a little less dust and mildew in places where she got naked. Maybe the ghosts cleaned it, but the surfaces were mostly dust free, even if the mattress had dust embedded so deeply that it could never be cleaned properly. I had worn shorts, and scratched my leg on the way up the ladder. It wasn't deep enough to bleed, but it was a distraction. I worry about germs, especially in filthy old houses. I wanted to explore the house and have a little fun with Tommy, not get a flesh eating virus or some kind of bacterial infection that would leave me needing an amputation. Even rape would be preferable to that. "Let me see," Tommy said, leaning over to inspect my leg. "It doesn't look like you broke the skin, just a nasty red mark." Having him touch my leg sent a little shiver through me. "Did you bring something?" I asked him. "What?" He asked. "Like a band aid?" "No," I said. I had a condom in my pocket, but I wanted him to have one. "Protection." "Oh," he said. He took a three pack of condoms out of his pocket. I was relieved. I knew that I wanted to fuck, and he knew that I did, and knew that I knew he knew, but it still embarrassed me to have to come up with a rubber. I was still at the stage in life where I wanted it to seem spontaneous and unplanned. That way I could feel less guilty. I had less than three weeks of summer to go until I started college, and I wanted, just once, to have sex in the old house. I also wanted to see what was in that cellar. He took me in his arms and started kissing me, which wasn't actually what I'd wanted. I had wanted to look around a little first, but since I had brought up the subject of condoms, I suppose he thought it meant I was eager to get started. I loved the way he squeezed my butt. He hadn't been the first boy to squeeze my butt, but he had been the first to do it with any kind of sense of proprietorship. Even at eighteen I had the need to feel owned I suppose. I have always had an independent streak when it comes to most things in life, but sexually I want to be subjugated and controlled, bossed and dominated in bed. The way he squeezed my ass the very first time made me realize that he might be the guy who could actually do that for me. All my other boyfriends, the guys who had gotten farther than second base, all seemed so wimpy when it came time for the main event. "What do you want?" He asked me. "I want to see the cellar," I told him. He pulled away. I thought for a moment that I'd made him mad, but he just smiled. "There's a mattress right here," he said. He turned back toward me, took me in his arms and pulled me down on the mattress with him. "Wait," I said. "Spread out the blanket." He laughed again. "You're awfully bossy," he said. "I may have to take you over my knee and adjust your attitude for you." My panties got instantly soaked. He liked smacking my ass, and I liked having him smack it, but it had mostly been just a quick smack and a yelp. Having him threaten to spank me had me so horny I could have come right then if I had touched my clit. I could hear the tremble in my voice when I spoke to him, and I knew he could hear it. It wasn't fright, just excitement. "I'm sorry," I said. "I don't mean to sound bossy." Then, after a moment to gather my nerve I added, "I deserve a hard spanking." I didn't wait for him to agree. I was afraid he'd find some way of weaseling out of it. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my cut offs and slid them down my legs, then I pulled myself up and over his lap, presenting my backside to him for punishment. He gave me a pat, then another. I wondered if he really had the nerve, or just had the mouth. I lay there a moment, then when I was thinking about getting back up and making him get the blanket, he slid my panties down. I had never been spanked by a guy before. My friend Ariel and I had spanked each other playfully, and once Karen spanked me really hard when I got an F in Algebra. I had asked her too. My parents never spanked me, and there was no corporal punishment in our school, but I had a long standing fantasy about being spanked by everyone from my gym teacher to the man of my dreams. The smack sounded really loud in the empty room. It resounded off the walls like a shot. I yelped and jumped as much due to the sound as to the sudden sharp pain on the left cheek of my ass. "Ow," I said. "That hurt." "Well," he said. "You have to learn your lesson, don't you?" "Teach me," I said. He gave me another smack, then another. I yelped both times, although neither hurt as badly or surprised me like the first one did. He stopped, resting his hand on my ass, rubbing gently. "You're so beautiful," he said. "Spank me some more," I said. "You are Little Miss Bossy, aren't you?" He asked. Then gave me a hard smack to each cheek. "What do you want to do now?" "Explore the cellar," I said. Smack. "Get a spanking." Smack. "I want to be stripped naked and get my brains fucked out," I said. "You don't want to get spanked a little harder?" "No," I said. Although that sounded nice too. He rolled me off him, and to my relief got the blanket from where I'd dropped it on the floor. He helped me to my feet, pulling my shorts away with one hand as I got up, and spread the blanket down. He pulled my shirt up, unclasped my bra and pulled me back down onto the mattress. I was coming almost before he touched me with his dick. I had never had an orgasm with a guy before, not even him on the few occasions we'd fucked. I could make myself come really easily, with my fingers, a vibrator, or even just pulling my panties up tight and rubbing my legs together, but no guy had ever made me come before. I sort of lost track of time. His dick felt like it was made of steel and covered in velvet when he put it in me. I wanted him deep and hard. I wanted him so badly. He was coming inside me before I realized that he hadn't worn a condom. I was scared, mortified at my own stupidity, and angry at him for being so hurried. I got up as quickly as I could and wiped myself off, then made him get dressed and take me home. It wasn't until two weeks later when I started my period that I calmed down enough to talk to him, and by then the romance was pretty much over. I had never gotten around to going to the cellar of the old house. I wondered if it was still locked or if some enterprising person had finally opened it. Maybe I'd find out. Exploring This is the third story of a short series examining male sexuality; more specifically my sexuality. As I have got older I have found the borders of sexuality becoming blurred, particularly as I seek more and different sexual kicks. It's not essential to read the other parts first, but it might help. * I still couldn't quite get my head round it. I couldn't understand why I was so curious, why I had such an interest, why I had sudden urges and what it was that out of the blue made me give into those desires. I had never had such feelings or desires when I was younger. They seemed to have grown on me as I got older until now, in my forties; they had become part of my life. I am talking, of course, about my sexuality. I am explaining how that has changed and is continuing to do so. Yes, I am describing how I have given in several times to my desires and how I have expressed my bi feelings and needs on several occasions. The first time was 'accidental.' It happened in a spa in a five plus hotel in Bangkok. The male masseur was a young Thai and I think he was as confused, surprised and excited as I was when he saw my erection; he masturbating me seemed to be natural and just simply seemed to happen. It was enjoyable, if a little scary when I had the inevitable post cumming guilt trip. The second and third times didn't just happen for I visited a male masseur and paid him fifty quid a time. Both the massage and the subsequent hand jobs were fantastic, as was holding his semi hard dick as he made me cum. The threesome in Boston with my wife and a guy we met in the bar of the Marriott at Copley Place in Boston took things a little further. I had for ages wanted to see my wife with another guy. Like many married men, or so I have read, I wanted to see her being fucked, but, as she pointed out, it would be difficult to arrange for me to simply watch. Hence, the threesome idea. At first it seemed rather illusory, although her keenness had surprised me. As did her finding the guy in Champions bar in the hotel when I left her there to go to our room and send an email. Being naked with both of them and watching Kelly and Brad start to have sex as I held her hands was incredible enough. To then have my wife suck me as the virtual stranger fucked her until all three of us climaxed was simply amazing. After we'd finished and Brad and I both softened, things became a little awkward and embarrassing. Kelly showered, leaving us alone in the sitting room of the suite. We hardly spoke for I certainly, and Brad as well I suspect, felt awkward being naked and limp in each other's presence. "Look James, shall I go now?" "No, not at all," Kelly said as she glided from the bathroom with a big, fluffy, white towel wrapped round her. "It's just half time," she added pausing as she looked from him to me and back again "Well isn't it chaps?" I was dumbstruck by the way my wife of twenty years had taken over and was now clearly in control; dumbstruck, but excited and pleased, I liked the new 'dominant' Kelly. She's a natural blonde, with near shoulder length hair and a stunning face. She has big pools of blue eyes, high, prominent cheekbones and full, almost voluptuous lips, which I am sure make men who stare at her, which is most, think just one thing, 'wrap them round my cock.' She had done that to me earlier as she had been given what seemed to be by her reactions, a very strong orgasm by Brad. Kelly has a great body with her most striking features being beneath her waist. Her tits, though pert, are small, between an A and B cup although she has prominent, highly sensitive nipples. It's her long slender legs and her superbly rounded arse that are strong points; she looks amazing in tight jeans. As it turned out it was less than half time for we indulged ourselves again that evening and once more in the morning. I guess it was probably a couple of hours after our first session when we were again in bed. This time, I shagged my wife and she sucked Brad. We slept together in the huge king sized bed and had a great room service breakfast including, extravagantly, a bottle of champagne. That did the trick, however, and got things going very nicely with, once more, my wife leading and directing the action. Brad and I were laying on our backs side by side, slightly uncomfortably, in some ways, our arms and sides were touching. We were both naked and very hard. Kelly, also naked, was kneeling between our legs. She was holding our cocks and alternating her mouth from one to the other. As she bobbed down onto Brad so I would stroke her back and caress her bum as he would when her mouth was on me. It was good stuff. We started to sort of roll round a bit with both of us grabbing handfuls of Kelly's more intimate places. She was alternating kisses and sucking of our cocks as we were pushing our fingers into her, with me sliding one into her bum, I knew she was up for that at times, but of course Brad didn't; having that up on him made me feel good. "So guys, what's it to be this time?" She almost outrageously asked. "What do want Kelly?" Brad asked considerately. If my wife's behaviour and actions had surprised me so far what she then did absolutely bowled me over. Glancing from Brad to me and than back again, she reached out and took hold of my cock. I looked up and saw she was also holding Brad's. I assumed that she was amusing herself by holding both at once, but it quickly became clear that it was more than that. She was pulling me by my cock. I looked at her; she smiled and continued gently pulling me. She turned me onto my side and, I realised she'd done the same to Brad, but he was only half on his side and half his back. Still she pulled me. 'Oh fuck,' I thought as I realised what she was going to do. I glanced at Brad; he didn't flinch or move, but simply lay there his big cock with my wife's hand round it, seeming to be staring at me, beckoning me. And then as Kelly quite huskily whispered "This' in answer to Brad's earlier question, she pressed our cocks together. I didn't know what to do. Brad simply lay there so he gave no clue, but Kelly's pulling and pushing showed that she wanted us to rub our cocks together. Slowly both of our bodies started to respond to the situation my wife had created and we began making sort of fucking movements against the other's cock and stomach. At times our movements took us further than that and our chests touched and our boobs rubbed together. It was not unpleasant, but despite this being caused by Kelly, I couldn't let myself go or respond in the way that deep down a part of me was suggesting. I couldn't put my arms round Brad, I couldn't hold him tight and thrust myself firmly against him as I would with a woman and, of course, I couldn't kiss him as, I realised with a degree of mortification, I half wanted to. I think it was as new and as worrying to him as it was to me, but also I felt he was gaining similar pleasures and concerns from it as me. Kelly moving around us, kneeling beside us, running her hands over us, kissing us, licking and sucking us and pressing her nice little tits against us was orchestrating everything, she was now totally running the show. And in my mind at least and I suspect Brad's too, she was also lending it a bisexual credibility as opposed to it being a slightly sordid gay scene. I was finding it hard to know what to do with my hands. Again, my amazingly industrious and creative wife solved it. She rolled us both more onto our backs, but slightly on our sides so we were partly facing each other, Kneeling between our legs again she smiled from one to the other then reached forward, her tits dangling invitingly, and took hold of one of each of our hands. Slowly, maybe giving us the time and opportunity to demure if either wished, she moved our hands until they were over the other's body. I am sure we both knew then what she was intending. Glancing from one of us to the other she then placed our hands right on the other's cock. Without saying a word, she removed her hands from us and put them on herself; one on her tits, the other on her pussy. One finger curled downwards, sank into the folds of pink flesh and found her clit. Then, right in front of me and this almost virtual stranger she started to masturbate. That was not just an incredibly arousing vision, but was a clear signal to us and we both followed suit on the other's cock. I wasn't sure just what was the more exciting, having Brad jack me off or me wanking him. At first we were both a little tight and restrained. I mean being jacked off by another bloke in front of your wife, even if she is also masturbating, is a pretty full on thing to be doing. But quickly we both relaxed and did exactly to the other dick that we had done so many times to our own. We managed to cum at roughly the same times with considerable grunting and groaning from Brad and me and deep moans from Kelly. + The building in Shoreditch was a maze of different rooms set on three floors. But then I supposed it had to be for it needed to provide quite a wide range of facilities. Lounges, bars, showers, spa, sauna, cinema, quiet rooms, dark rooms and a pool. And, of course fairly small cell like rooms with padded benches and lockable doors. I saw it advertised on the net when I was looking at some porn and got into some gay stuff. I didn't think much more about it for a while. After all I'm not gay, I'm not someone who needs other men, and I don't need sex with men, do I? I just see it as sex, not bi or gay, just sex. Sex with cocks as opposed to tits and cunts. Again, though, that sort of fog had come over me a few weeks after Kelly and I returned from that trip to Boston. The sort where for no logical reason, I suddenly do want sex with men. I do want to go out on a limb, push my boundaries out and have some form of 'sex with cocks.' That's probably why I found myself paying the fifteen quid entrance fee to the 'Gay Sauna' as it was, rather unnecessarily I thought, described one afternoon. I was given a key to a locker and two towels. The black guy on the reception explained where I should go to change and offered extra towels should I need them. I went to the locker room, undressed and wrapped one towel round my waist. I didn't know what the other was for so I left it in the locker. Wandering out into the first bar lounge room and then through the rabbit warren myriad of rooms I saw men of all ages, shapes, sizes and descriptions. Nobody seemed to speak to each other and there were few smiles. It was as if everyone was busy and intent on going somewhere, but there was nowhere to go. I walked the corridors, went up one set of stairs then down another as I acquainted myself with the gay sauna. I saw the surprisingly generous swimming pool and watch fascinated as some guys swam lengths naked and as others slipped out of their towels and into the water. There was no frolicking in the water; no one seemed to know anyone else. Off to one side tucked into a corner were a couple of bubbling hot tubs, one presumably hotter than the other. Each was crowded with guys sitting round on the ledges the water well up to chest level. I saw one guy with his arm round another, they were cuddling, 'at last' I thought, not feeling excited, but intrigued 'something's happening.' I went into the sauna and here at last was some real action. One guy with what from the back looked to have a good body was lying on his front, his head on his arms, his eyes closed. He was naked. Another older, quite chubby guy was massaging his back and another guy, about my age with a heavy moustache was stroking the reclining guy's legs. I watched as the first guy ran his hands down and caressed the bum and as the other guy ran his upwards and onto the balls. The guy laying flat grunted and opened his legs wider. Both hands were now on his bum and between his legs. There was a series of low grunts as the young guy slowly raised himself up onto all fours. He was hugely erect. The other two dropped their towels and rubbed each other's cock before returning to the kneeling young, well built guy. They rubbed his arse, cupped his balls then started to wank each other with one hand and stroke and rub him with their other one. It really was quite an amazing and, I have to admit, pretty arousing sight to be sitting in a sauna wrapped in a towel watching a nude, youngish adonis being masturbated by two guys who were also wanking each other. I was stunningly hard, which I suppose was confirmation of my recently found bisexuality. I heard a series of grunts and the chubby one saying. "Fuck it I'm going to cum." He turned away from me a little as he obviously shot his load. The guy with the moustache kept working on the young guy's cock until he too moaned and, from the sound of it, although it was too dark to see, spurted his sperm onto the sauna floor. It was all so matter of fact; hardly any words were exchanged, no other gestures, cuddles, caresses or kissing. Simply sex. I went and had a dip in the pool and enjoyed swimming naked, something I'd never done before. I found it quite stirring to stand beside the pool with several guys standing around and a few lying on loungers, some with towels round them, some bare, as I removed my towel and got into the pool. I was semi hard and that felt good. It also felt good to catch a couple of guys looking at me. I was getting used to the sex riddled atmosphere and sordidly wanton atmosphere. That said, I didn't look at the many guys of all shapes, sizes, age and colours and felt that I fancied the. It wasn't at all like being with women, where the size of a breast, the shape of a bum or a flash of shapely leg gets me going so easily. It was different and hard to explain. It was totally sexual for me, nothing else, just pure, straightforward sex. The sauna was there to deliver the facilities for it; the numerous men were the providers. Put the two together appropriately and you get to cum. Nothing more, nothing less. And to be truthful that's all I wanted. I sat in the hot tub, naked of course. It was crowded, eight guys in a circle. No smiles, no talk just furtive glances and, mostly, avoiding others' eyes. A couple of guys got out, one of whom was erect, he didn't seem to care as nobody else did. It's what the place was all about. The guy next me pressed his leg against mine. My first, unconscious action was to move it away. A moment or two later I looked at him. He smiled. He looked ok; he was about my age and build. His leg pressed against mine again. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that a couple were kissing and that another guy quite obviously had his hand in the lap of the bloke next to him. They got up; both were hard as they left the hot tub together, presumably going off somewhere. Rather unnecessarily in some ways they wrapped their towels round them, their erections very obvious. Another guy, an Asian, took their place. The leg was more insistently pressing on mine. I was hard again. I pressed back. He pressed harder, I didn't move, it was exciting. Daft really, but the thrill of the chase was arousing me. His hand rested on my leg just above my knee. I could move, I could shrug it off, I could push it off. There were lots of things I could do, but what I did do was nothing. I slightly turned my head and caught his glance. He again smiled, but this time as he did that he slid his hand upwards. It was almost at my groin. I again did nothing. I suppose that was an invitation really, or at least an acceptance of his overt request. His hand closing round my cock felt fantastic. He half turned so that his right side was towards the centre of the tub and his left knee slid under my leg as he stroked my cock and balls. I looked at him and he pushed himself forward so that his hard on pressed right against my leg. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to grip it. I looked around. Most of the guys seemed absorbed either, in their own thoughts as they stared into space or, with their partner who they were doing similar things with as I was. No one cared, no one was bothered, there was no shame or embarrassment, no guilt or judgement, just sex, just male to male, bi sex. I felt at ease and I felt at home. We started to wank each other. I didn't want to cum, at least not in the tub! I stood up. "See you later, thanks," I said feeling good at the glances my erection got from a couple of guys. I wrapped my towel round me, not at all embarrassed by the big bulge, and wandered around the club. I strolled along a corridor up some stairs, past the hot tub and along another corridor with small rooms either side. Some had the doors closed, presumably because they were occupied and others were open. About half the rooms were empty but some had guys sitting or laying in them, most were naked, some on their backs their generally half erect cocks on show, some on their fronts. I assumed they were giving open invitations to the passers by to join them. That didn't appeal so I kept walking, my hard on dissipating somewhat. I came to quite a large room. It was dark with massive plasma on one wall. There was what looked to be rubber or plastic coated couches around the other three walls. Men were lying side by side on them watching a gay movie, a black guy being sucked by a young blonde kid who, in turn, was being shagged by another black guy. Needless to say, both black guys had massive cocks. Most of the audience had let their towels fall away and many were quite openly either wanking themselves or the guy next to them. Again that didn't appeal so I kept on moving, but by now I knew that I definitely wanted some action. I kept getting hard and then softening as one thing would arouse me then something would, almost, disgust me. The whole scene was the two extremes; strong sexual thrills mixed with levels of sordidness that simply turned me off completely. I kept going and found the 'Dark Room.' It was as good as total darkness in there. But there were sounds and after a few moments I could just about make out vague shapes and see the whiteness of towels. There were loads of guys in there, but at first I couldn't work out what it was all about, silly me. Again it suddenly hit home, gay sex clubs are totally and utterly just about sex. So much so that in the dark room you could have sex of varying degrees without even seeing, let alone talking to the guy or guys you was having sex with. As I mingled unseeingly with god knows how many men so hands would touch me, lift my towel rub my tits or ruffle my hair. I stopped in a corner with a group all round me. I had one guy pressing his cock against my arse through the towel as another put his hand up my 'skirt' of a towel and fondled my cock. Unconsciously, almost, I slipped my hand up his towel and found his stunningly hard bloody big cock. I started rubbing it, he did the same to me, but then another guy butted in and must have knelt down for I felt him taking my cock into his mouth. I wasn't ready for that yet and broke away and I left the dark room. I think that simply was just a little too sordid for me. I went to the bar. It was crowded. Another large plasma was on the wall showing what was clearly a gay icon DVD for there was scenes with Joan Collins, Kylie and Sharon Stone all beautiful women who I would happily have shagged. I had a scotch and wandered round the busy bar seeing for the first time a few trannies with overdone make up, big dangly earrings and well OTT wigs; certainly no interest there I thought as equally I felt none whatsoever for the number of really camp guys cruising round the bar touching and pressing themselves against people. In other circumstances it would have been quite laughable. A crowded noisy, quite large bar full of men just wearing towels, well apart that is from the trannies and a few braver guys who had removed their towels and stood around naked, and flaccid I noticed. Exploring Finishing my drink I wandered round the club again and found another smaller 'cinema' right up in the roof and at the far end of the club, well away from everything else. This had smaller plasma, which was again naturally showing a gay movie. This one was two ordinary guys who meet, go to a gym and then get going with the action. They were supposed to be business men, possibly straight or bi and after the gym they go to a hotel. It was actually done quite well and as they both undressed and started to fondle each other I found myself hardening along with them. It wasn't a very big room and again round three walls were those rubber or plastic, easy to wash I guessed, covered couches. Against the fourth wall there was what looked to be a massage table; well it was that sort of height, also covered like the couches. I was leaning back against that beside a guy who was sitting on the table. Another guy came and leaned back against it on my other side. There was plenty of room so him coming there was fairly blatant. He put his arms down and out to the sides and one rubbed against the back of my arm. It was just a brief touch and then went away; for a short while that is, because it was soon back, touching me slightly more firmly and certainly more lingeringly. I didn't move. It now rubbed up and down my arm quite obviously. I was enjoying it. It was crazily exciting, almost as if I was being picked up, which of course I was. I felt his arm bending. The top of it stayed in contact with my upper arm, but his hand went onto my back. He ran his fingers up and down my spine, very obviously and meaningfully I thought pushing them into the folds of my towel on the downward sweeps. At the same time he moved closer so that our hips and upper legs were touching. I looked around and there were two other groups in the room. A couple who were naked laying in each others arms kissing and a group of three or four who were all over each other sucking and stroking. It was then that the guy sitting on the bench on my right pressed his leg against my waist. At the same time his hand went under his towel and he started to rub himself. This was developing into very heady stuff indeed. I had no idea whether they knew each other or not. The one on my right put his hand on my head and started caressing my scalp just as the other guy turned to face me and ran his hand around my chest. I saw him quite clearly for the first time. He was about my age, slimmer and slightly shorter than me with long, dark hair. He smiled as he slid his fingers into the folds of the towel. "Ok?" he said. "Mmmm, sure," I, probably, croaked back. Removing his fingers from the folds he ran them down the outside of the towel grazing right across my full erection. At the same time he pressed himself against me, his towel covered dick pushing hard against my outer thigh. His hand was now holding my cock gently wanking it as he sort of dry fucked my leg, making me think ruefully, 'Men we're just like fucking dogs.' "Get on the bench," he whispered firmly adding "on your back." The other guy stood up, letting his towel drop to the floor, he was fucking huge and, I found myself thinking, looks good. He did, he had a shaved head, a great body and that awesome dick. We were all about the same size. I lay on the table on my back, they both stood beside it. The one still in the towel ran his hand over the other one's stomach and then took the big cock in his hand. "Mmmm lovely," he smiled at both of us. They both then turned their attention to me lying on the bench. One started caressing my feet and legs, the other my head and chest. They rubbed and caressed stroked and massaged me. I still had no idea if they were in collusion or not and quite frankly I didn't care. I was gone. Al I wanted was the buzz, the excitement and the thrill of sex. Sex of any sort, but sex with a man or, I realised, men. One's hands went up my towel and stroked my balls and that little patch between them and my anus as the other pinched my nipples. My body bucked a bit and I slightly arched my back. I couldn't stop myself reaching out for the one still wearing a towel and putting my hand inside it. His cock felt great. "Mmmm," he grunted pushing it against me. I then felt his hands on where my towel was tucked in round my waist. Slowly it seemed he unravelled it. I have no idea why, but the towel being pulled away and my cock gradually being exposed was one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me. I groaned and again arched my back as a shudder went through my entire body when the two pairs of hands found my cock and balls. I rubbed the cock I was holding faster and harder. I'd had it; I knew that, I was gone completely. "I'm cumming," I groaned, inexplicably adding "Please make me cum." I felt so in their hands, so defenceless, helpless really and totally subservient to them. I realised later that was my submissive side starting to emerge, I had never realised I had one until then. They hardly had to masturbate me. Just a few strokes, a cupping of my balls and a finger pressing against my anus did the trick, "Oh fuck yes," I sighed. Loving the feeling as my cock exploded and my spunk shot in the air to splatter over my stomach. "Oh yes baby," the one still in the towel said bending forward and planting a kiss right on my lips. * Whether it was guilt or not, I don't know, but that evening I found Kelly to be so sexy I could hardly wait to get her to bed. She'd been out for the evening 'with the girls,' rather overdressed I thought thinking she might have been messing around with a bloke; the thought of her being fucked by a guy on the back seat of his car made me even more aroused. I was at her almost as soon as she came into the house. She was wearing a denim skirt, which was a little too short really for a respectably married woman approaching her fortieth birthday, I thought smiling that she was far from that. On top she had one of those sparkly, low cut numbers with spaghetti straps and a light jacket over that. "Hello darling" she said her little tits bouncing around indicating clearly that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hi, had a good time?" I asked purposefully not putting her on the spot and maybe making her lie, by asking no more about her evening. That's how we both worked and was one of the reasons our marriage, just about, worked. "Yeah great, what's that you're drinking?" "I opened a Merlot, want one?" "Mmm please?" We sipped our wine with me thinking how could I introduce the fact I wanted sex with her? Fucking daft really when compared to the fact she may well have already been fucked that evening and how I'd been seduced by those two guys at the sauna. All that had gone on, yet I was struggling to say to my wife that I wanted tom make love to her. As often happens, events just took over. She was taking her jacket off and it got caught on one of the sequins, she wiggled it and pulled harder and suddenly the jacket came off and pulled one of the thin straps down so that her top gaped and the front slid down her right boob. "Woops," she said going to pull it, but I grabbed her hand first. "No luv, leave it down." "Why?" "Because baby I want to fuck you." "Now?" She asked sounding a little worried? "Yes right here and now?" "Hang on let me go to the loo first," she said hurrying off. I saw her big, glitzy wag's bag and before I knew it I was rummaging through it. My heart thumped, part with jealousy and part with anger, but mostly through excitement when I found a pair of panties in there, they were still damp. Exploring Anal This is actually a semi-autobiographical submission. It's all true up to a certain point. Everything after that is all fantasy that I had a little help from someone to work out and she has my everlasting thanks. I hope you enjoy. -hg I've always had a desire to try anal sex. I don't know what's caused this, but ever since I first saw it in a porno when I was a teen I knew I wanted to do it at least once. It's always seemed like a very intimate thing. It takes a lot of faith from a woman to allow a man to do something like that since it's so easy for him to hurt her. And he needs respect and honor that. This is not something where you just flip her over and ram it home. It has to be worked up to and taken slowly. For me, it is the ultimate in trust. But I've never had the opportunity to fulfill this personal fantasy. Neither did I know how to broach the subject with Lisa, the woman in my life. It started simply. We were laying together in a sixty-nine with her on top of me. Lisa's mouth on my dick was simply driving me insane. I had never received a blow job like she could give. Absolutely mind-blowing. My tongue was flashing and flicking at her clit like mad in return. I slipped two fingers into her dripping pussy as I started to suck on her button because I know how much she loves that. As I worked my fingers in and out of her, my pinky managed to touch her brush up against her star. However, I think that the both of us were too involved in trying to get the other off to really notice and it was pretty much forgotten. We made love several more times before anything happened again. Once again, it was during oral sex. My lips were wrapped around Lisa's clit and I was sucking on it like she likes so much. My hands were playing with her nipples as I lapped at her. Too busy breathing to talk, she grabbed my right hand and pulled it up to her mouth. She put one of my fingers in her mouth, getting it wet before pushing my hand down to her pussy. I knew what she wanted so I slide it into her causing her to moan. After a few minutes, Lisa asked for more. I took my finger out and placed my middle two fingers against her and then pushed them both in, palm up so that I can hit her g-spot. She groaned again and pulled her legs up to her chest, tilting her hips up so my mouth can work her clit even better. Unfortunately, my hand kept bumping into my chin so I had to turn it over and bend my wrist slightly so I can push them in deeply like she wants. Each time I pushed them in, my thumb touched her rose. I noticed it, but I wasn't sure she did as her orgasm started. I pushed my fingers in as far as I could and sucked hard on her clit as she came. Her back arched up and her moans and sighs turned to whimpers and whines. Finally, she grunted hard and her body collapsed back to the bed, her hips bucking wildly against my mouth. Each time they came up, my thumb pressed against her ass. I felt it contracting and pulsing with each wave of her orgasm. It was right then that I realized I that I wanted to feel her ass around my cock. That night, we ended up fucking the hardest we ever had up to that point in our relationship. After that night, each time I fingered her I would find a way to play with her ass with my thumb, or another finger. Each time, I would escalate slowly, ready for her to object but she never did. I went from just brushing her ass as I worked my fingers in to holding it against her the entire time. Then I went from touching her rosebud to pressing against it firmly. Soon, I wasn't just pressing my thumb against her, but actively pulsing it, applying pressure and releasing it with each thrust of my fingers. I know that she had to notice what I was doing, but she never said anything about it during or after. Sometimes while I was eating her, I would get so into it, my tongue would slip below her pussy and flick towards her ass, but never actually touch it. She would gasp a bit and press her crotch against my mouth even harder. I figured that she just wanted my tongue on her clit again, so I would shift my attentions back to it. By now, each time I fingered her pussy, she would pull her legs up to her chest which would inadvertently allow me to play with her ass with ease. I would run my thumb around her rim before pressing against it. By the time she would come, my thumb would actually be partially in her ass. Not actually past the ring there, but it would definitely be relaxed to the point were only a little effort and a bit of lubrication would allow it to slip in. Everything changed one night while we in another sixty-nine. My fingers were coated in Lisa's juices from being buried in her quivering pussy. I pulled them out so I could slip my tongue into her entrance and gripped her ass cheeks with my hands to hold them open. My slick fingers rested on her star again. I automatically pressed my finger against her out of habit and it slipped right in to the first knuckle. Her head came up and let my cock slip from her lips. She turned back to look at me and asked, "What are you...?" but her question was cut off as she started to shudder. She moaned again and laid her head on my thigh, her warm breath flowing over my shaft as she started to pant. Knowing the risk I was about to take, I pushed my finger further into her ass. Lisa let out a throaty moan and I saw her get even wetter. Her legs gave out under her which cased her pussy to be pressed even more against my mouth. Too far gone to stop now, I wrapped my free hand around her waist just above her ass to hold her in place and attacked her with my tongue. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, she just exploded. She started to cry out but it was cut off almost as soon as it started. Lisa's breath cut off in her throat and she went rigid. I could feel the strain in her body as her orgasm swept through her. Her ass contracted wildly around my finger. I started to worry about her passing out as she kept coming so hard so I released the pressure on her clit and eased my finger out of her ass. Doing this was like breaking down a dam. Her pussy literally flooded my face and mouth with juices. Lisa's breath rushed out of her in a loud "Unnnhhh..." Her head fell to my thigh again and she began to tremble uncontrollably. I heard her trying to say something, but it all came out unintelligibly, lost in the gasping and shaking. Finally she stopped and collapsed in a boneless heap on top of me like someone let all of the air out of balloon. Sweat covered her as she lay panting on my body, exhausted beyond the point of movement. Her orgasm that night was so intense and powerful; we were unable to do anything else that evening. It was all she could do to turn around on the bed to lay her head on the pillow. Normally, she'll lay her head on my chest or we'll cuddle with me spooned behind her after sex and go to sleep like that, but not tonight. She's asleep almost immediately and I just lay there, not sure of what tomorrow would bring. I woke up the next morning to her leaning on her side and looking at me. I stretch and yawn and smile sleepily at her. Lisa doesn't smile back. She sat up, crossing her legs in front of her and her arms over her chest and looked at me. "Can we talk about last night?" she asked in a serious tone of voice that you really don't want to wake up to. Ever. Not quite sure what's going to come from this, I tentatively answered. "Okay." "You know, I've wanted to talk to you about what's been going on." I gulped guiltily and prepared for the worse. "Really?" "Yes. I didn't know exactly how to bring it up, but after last night I feel like we need to now." "Alright." "Well, I've noticed that you've been touching and playing with my ass as we have sex recently. At first, I thought it was just coincidence but I finally realized that you were doing it on purpose. Am I right?" "Yes," I said, getting nervous about where this is heading. "Can you tell me why?" I took a deep breath, trying to stall while I attempted to get my thoughts in order. My brain raced around as I tried to find a way to salvage the situation. Well, no way to go with this but with the truth. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Well, I've had a fascination with anal sex for a long time. It's something that I've wanted to try but I've never known how to bring up the subject. You're right. I've been doing it on purpose. The first couple of times were pure accidents. When I realized what I was doing, I know I should have stopped. But I couldn't. I knew that if I did, I'd never get to do it again. I convinced myself that you had to know what I was doing and was letting me continue. I think that last night I went a little too far. I'm sorry." "What did you think I would say if you asked or even told me of this?" I sighed again. "Well, I figured you'd tell me I was nasty or disgusting and never let me near you, let alone your ass, in any way, shape, or form again." "So you just decided to keep it to yourself and continue to take liberties with my body, even though you figured I'd object?!" I knew that tone of voice. I started to mentally review who I could call to stay with for a couple of days until she calmed to the point were I could attempt to start making up to her. "Yes. I'm sorry." "You should be after last night." "I know. I am." I started to get up and get out of bed. "You're not going anywhere. We're not done yet!" With that Lisa jumped up in front of me and shoved me back down onto the bed. "What's going on!? What do you mean 'We aren't done yet,'?" I demanded, sitting back up on the edge of the bed. Lisa stood there, hands on her hips. "What I mean is; you aren't going anywhere just yet. We're not done, because you're going to do that to me again!" With that, she stepped forward and straddled my lap. Her arms slipped around my neck as she leaned in for one of the hottest kisses we've ever shared. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locked together behind my butt and her knees up along my sides, and I could feel her grinding her already soaking pussy against me as she rolled her hips. Our kiss finally broke and I was still lost in the shock of the situation. She looked me in the eye, kissing me every couple of words and told me, "I don't think... I've ever... come... as hard as I did... last night. Your finger... in my ass... was... just... incredible... and your tongue... in my...pussy... at the same time... was too much." While my brain was still trying to sort through what just happened, my cock decided to go ahead and react first and worry about the details later. It responded in the only way it knew how and sprang to life, going from limp to rock hard in the space of a handful of heartbeats. Lisa noticed and started to gyrate her crotch directly on my stiff member. Small moans escaped her as the motion of her little dance caused me to brush against her clit every now and then. She grabs my hands and places them on her firm, tight little ass cheeks and leans in for another hard kiss. As Lisa's tongue forced its way into my mouth, she pushed herself up slightly and reached between us. Her hand found my partially slick rod and pumped it expertly a couple of times before she aimed the tip at her entrance. She lowered herself down and settled around my cock with a sigh. Once she had engulfed the length of me, my brain decided that my cock made the right decision. "Mr. Penis, I concur with your assessment of our current situation and I pledge my full support to your valiant cause. Ok, Mr. Body, it's time to get involved!" Since all of me was now on the same page, I finally snapped into action. I tightened my grip on her ass, my fingers sinking into the firm flesh and I held Lisa tightly to me. I started to kiss her back just as hard and hungrily as she was me. I wriggled my hips enough that she got the idea to uncross her legs from behind me and I fell back, drawing her down with me. I then lifted my ass up off the bed in order to lay on it properly. That had the side benefit of forcing the tip of my cock deep into her pussy and causing her to gasp. When we got settled, Lisa pushed herself up onto her knees above me and leaned forward onto her hands. She started to rock back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. Her eyes closed and she started to moan and sigh as she increased her force and tempo. She looked down at me and opened her eyes. There was a glimmer in her eyes that I'd only rarely seen. I knew that this was going to be a wild ride. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out and into my face. Lisa bent her arms just enough that I could take them into my mouth and suck and lick on her nipples. When I clamped my teeth down on them, she gasped and increased her efforts. "Oh yesss," she groaned. Lisa paused for a moment and grabbed my hands. Pulling them from where I was playing with her tits, she placed them on her butt. "I want you to play with my ass." I squeezed my fingers into the flesh of her ass as she starts moving again. This only seemed to spur her on even more. After a few moments of this, Lisa reached behind her and grabbed one of my hands. She brought it around to her mouth and started to suck on my index finger, getting wet and coated with her saliva. Pulling my finger from hr mouth, she smiled mischievously at me and placed my hand back on her ass and between her cheeks. "Do it. Please, do it now," she whispered breathily. I slid my slick finger down her ass until I could feel the pucker of her anus and circled my finger around it. She stopped pumping up and down on me and lay down on my chest. As I rimmed her star, I felt her tremble on top of me. I lifted my knees up which forced her legs further apart and pushed her up my body slightly, allowing me to reach her ass better. Lisa wanted even more so she reached back and spread her cheeks further apart. I began to press my finger into, felt it move past her ring with a slight bit of effort. Her breath pants out of her with little whimpers. "Are you ok?" I asked, concerned for her. "Yesss," she hissed out. "Oh God, yes! Your cock... in my pussy... feels... so... good... and your finger in my ass... is just incredible," she managed to get out in between panting breaths. Lisa then began to gyrate her hips, bucking and rolling them. The action caused both my cock and my finger to shift around inside of her. That only got her more excited. "Please fuck me. Oh God, please. Fuck me. Fuck me." Each repetition got more and more desperate than the last. Using my free hand, I pushed up on her hip. She shifted her knees, lifting herself up off of me. I started to slowly thrust up into her. Each time I was rewarded with a small little whimper or gasp. I began to increase my pace which only caused Lisa to whine louder. "More, more..." she started to beg. I responded by slowly working my finger in and out of her ass. A tremble started deep within Lisa. Her head fell to my chest and she started to cry out in one long, continuous throaty moan. Her orgasm hit her just as hard and unexpectedly as it did last night. Usually, Lisa gives very clear signs of an impending orgasm. A flush spreads across her upper chest. She'll clench her jaw tightly, most of the time to the point where it'll actually pop. But this one just came out of the blue. Her body shook and quivered as wave after wave of her release shattered through her. I could feel her pussy gripping at my pistoning cock, trying to milk my come out of me to go along with hers. Her ass clenched around my finger, too. The muscles of her sphincter pulsed around my finger as I continued to push it in and out of her ass. The second that the thought of replacing my finger with my cock entered my mind, I erupted inside of her. My grunting mingled with Lisa's as we both rode out our climaxes. After that night, we managed to work a bit of anal play into our lovemaking on a regular basis. The extra stimulation would heighten Lisa's orgasms to new levels. Her favorite became me fucking her from behind while slipping my finger into her ass. She would become almost animalistic like this, grunting and driving herself back against me hard. She would just go absolutely wild. One night after going down on her, Lisa pulled me up for a searing kiss. One of her favorite things after oral is for me to rub the head of my cock against her clit while we kiss. She always pulled her legs back and apart whenever I did this, spreading her pussy open. Sliding my cock against her like that coats the head of my shaft with her juices, getting the both of us ready for the penetration to come. This time, however, on one of my downstrokes, she pulled back on her legs a bit more than usual and the head of my cock brushed against her rosebud. Both of us froze and groaned at the same time. I think for the first time, both of us confronted the next step at the same moment. We were still frozen in place, each waiting for the other to approve or object first. Again, I was surprised as Lisa made the opening move. Biting her lower lip and still staring me in the eye, she rocked her hips back down, pushing her ass against my cock. Since I had been working my thumb on her ass when I was eating her, she was still somewhat relaxed. The slick tip of my cock started to ease past her tight little ring. Slowly, gently, I kept pushing, even though my blood was boiling. I had to restrain myself from just ramming my cock all the way home in one hard thrust. Just as the last part of my head was about to slip into her, Lisa winced and cried out in pain, "Stop, stop! It hurts!" Apparently, there just wasn't enough lubrication to prevent it from hurting. I immediately stopped and withdrew what little of my cock managed to penetrate her. I lay next to her and held her apologizing the whole time. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to hurt, baby. You don't have to do this for me. I'm sorry. I don't want to force this on you." "Don't be sorry. I thought it would go in like your finger. Well, I knew it would be a bit more difficult, but I didn't imagine that you would just feel so, so... big. Your cock felt so much bigger than it does in my pussy. It's just not going to fit like that. Don't take me wrong, I want to feel you in my ass as much as you do. The idea of it's just so hot. But we're going to need something to help before we can go any further." "So if I we had some kind of oil or lotion or something, we would be having anal sex right now?" "Mmm-hmm," Lisa almost purred. I cupped her face with both hands and kissed her hard and fast. I reached into the nightstand on her side and handed her her favorite vibrator, a butterfly-shaped clit stimulator. "Don't go anywhere! You stay right there and keep yourself busy. I'll be right back..." I jump up and start throwing on whichever clothes came first to hand. That explains why I was in the drug store five minutes before it closed wearing flip-flop shoes, a pair of dress slacks and one of Lisa's pink baby doll t-shirts with cute little kitten on the front and getting bizarre looks from the cashier as she rang up the bottle of "intimate moisturizer." As I waited for the officer to finish writing out my ticket for speeding and running that red light, all I could thing about was getting back home to Lisa. I started stripping down before the front door was closed. Clothes went flying everywhere in a flurry of tugging, pulling and unbuttoning. With bottle in hand, I finally managed to get back to the bedroom with only one barked shin and two stubbed toes. Lisa was still laying in bed, her legs through the straps holding the little vibe in place as it was still buzzing slowly on her clit. I could tell by the way she was laying there and just kind of blissfully rubbing her hands over her body that I had just missed an orgasm. "Mmm, just in time. If you were gone any longer, I would've had to finish myself off for the night." Exploring Anal "Well, I'm here now. So tell me, how do you want to do this?" "Mmm, how about like this?" Lisa rolls over and pushes herself up onto her knees with her arms crossed under her head, lifting her ass up into the air and giving it a little wiggle. My already hard cock jumps at the lovely sight. "I see you approve," she cooed at me. "Yes. Yes I do." I clambered up onto the bed behind her. My hands went to her ass, stroking over her cheeks and along her legs and up her back. I leaned over and placed kisses everywhere I could. "Are you ready, my love?" I ask. Another little wiggle of her ass gave me my answer. I grabbed the bottle and squirted a little of it onto my fingertips. I touched my fingers lightly against her rosebud. "Ohh, it's cold," Lisa gasped, but she didn't pull away. I slowly started to massage and spread the slippery stuff over her backdoor. Her sphincter was still relaxed from our earlier attempts and her orgasms while I was gone. With very little effort, my finger started to slide into her ass. Lisa gasped at first and I both felt and saw the shiver run through her body. Soon, I was fucking my finger in and out of her ass. "More. I want more..." she sighed after a few moments. I withdrew my finger and added more of the lubricant to my fingers. With an additional little drizzle on her ass, I started to push two fingers into her. Another moan escaped from Lisa as I started to pump them in and out. "Oh God, I need your cock in my pussy. Now!" I moved behind Lisa and aimed my rigid dick at her cunt and slid home. Both of us groaned as I filled her incredibly wet pussy. I could feel the buzzing of her toy through her body and all the way up my spine. Lisa pressed her hips back against me and arched her back even further. "Yessss. Just stay right there and move your fingers," she whispered. I complied, giving her what she asked for. With my free hand on her hip pulling her back against me, I pressed my shaft as deep into her pussy as I can and started slowly fucking my fingers in and out of her ass. Lisa began to tremble beneath me and let out a low, continuous moan. I paused every now and then to add more of the lube, all the while using my fingers to open her up even more. "Oh God, I think I'm ready," she finally gasped. "Are you sure?" All I get in response is a weak nod, a breathy "Uh-huh," and a grind of her hips against mine. My heart started banging away like a triphammer as I pulled my cock out of her dripping cunt and my fingers out of her ass. I grabbed the bottle one last time to squirt more of the gel into my hand and started to coat my dick. I placed my head against her star on more time and gently pushed. Both of gasped as I easily slid into her. I had to pause to catch my breath once my head slid past her ring; I was panting so hard and fast that I was starting to get lightheaded. There was a constant litany of "...ohgodohgodohgod..." from Lisa until my hips pressed against her cheeks. At that point, she began to tremble again. A hand came back and grabbed my hip, holding me in place. "Don't move. Oh please don't move yet. Just stay right there..." Not a problem. I knew that if I started moving, I was going to cum right then and there. The feeling of her ass around my cock was just unreal. Her heat was like nothing I had ever felt before and the way her body clamped down on my cock was intense. If staying still for a second or two was going to make this last that much longer, I was all for it. No way did I want this to be a "one stroke joke" situation. Lisa pushed herself up onto her hands and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Now. Please. Give it to me. Please..." With my hands gripping her waist, I started to ease out of her ass. The way her body clutched at me was almost like, now that it let me in, it doesn't want to let me go. It was the tightest, most incredible thing ever. It was nothing like I had imagined it to be. It was way more, just, everything. I got lost in the sensations almost immediately as they overpowered my brain. Only two things kept me somewhat anchored. Trying not to lose control and cum too soon, and trying not to lose control and end up hurting Lisa and never getting the chance to do this with her ever again. I was concentrating so hard on me that I didn't notice that she had been pushing back, meeting me stroke for stroke for a few minutes now. My awareness expanded long enough for me to recognize the look of sheer lust and desire in Lisa's eyes. That look and her thrusting back at me were her ways of asking for more since she couldn't get enough of a breath to do it verbally. With clenched teeth, I began to increase the tempo. Lisa's eyes closed and she smiled before letting her head hang down as she, too, got overtaken by the feelings. I gripped the leg straps that were holding her little butterfly vibrator against her clit and used them for even more leverage, trying to push as much of my cock into her ass as possible. I could still feel it buzzing away every time I drove into her as my balls would press against her just dripping pussy. Soon, I was pumping in and out of Lisa's ass like I would her cunt. I was pulling her back by her hips, thrusting into her hard. Both of us were grunting and sweating from the effort. The telltale signals of my impending orgasm began to let themselves be known. I could feel the tension and pressure building at the base of my cock. My balls were starting to tighten up and draw close to my body. Each time I thrust into Lisa became shorter and sharper until I finally came. My cock literally exploded inside her. It was the hardest, most intense orgasm I had ever had. I fell forward and had to hold myself up with one hand on her hip and the other on the bed to keep from collapsing on top of her. My dick was pulsing and throbbing over and over in her ass. It felt like my whole body was pouring out of me through my dick and into her ass. The force of my release must have set off Lisa as well. While she had been trembling and quivering the whole time, something inside her seemed to come loose. She grunted and cried out loud and her whole body began to shake. I could feel her ass start to spasm and clench down around my cock. Her body was clamping down so hard I thought that she would squeeze it off at the root. Our bodies both gave out from the sheer intensity of the whole experience. I withdrew from her and both of us collapsed to the bed in a tangle of limbs. We were so exhausted we didn't even cover up before we fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to find her up before me again. "Can we talk about last night?" she asks me, this time with a big smile and mischievous glint in her eye. "Oh really?" "Yes." "What about?" "How about 'When's the next time we're going to do that again?' for starters?" Exploring and Experimenting Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. If you haven't read the first part of my story, I'd suggest that you do so... The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. By the way, in case any of you are wondering after the end of this story, the answer is: "Yes, Cheryl is still a part of my life – even if we aren't roommates anymore." She also claims editorial rights on the content too!!  BTW: I do promise that we girls DO eventually go to Wreck Beach – it's just that as I started to put our story down in print, I realized we needed to tell the whole story... As I was writing... It was right at that instant I knew I was going to get naked somewhere in public – I loved the feeling of the guys stares. Without warning I reached up to my bikini top, untied the top string, and let it drop. The guys gasped and I laughed --- and oh, I almost came in my bikini bottoms... The first guy reached up almost involuntarily and cupped by breast, and thumbed my nipple and sighed. I could see the bulge growing in his shorts and I knew this was getting out of hand quickly... 50 feet away I could see Cheryl's hand at her mouth in a gasp of disbelief... I gently disengaged the guy's hand, lifted it to my mouth for a soft kiss and whispered "Down Tiger – perhaps another time... You ever go to Wreck?" I asked him. When he shook his head, I told him "Maybe you should, like next Saturday if the weather is good! Oh, and my name's Katie..." His eyes flicking between my nipples, and my eyes, said "I'm Dave, it was GREAT to SEE you Katie." "I hope I see you again Dave.", I turned and began wading back towards shore. I could see Cheryl laughing as I walked up the beach towards her... As soon as I was within hearing distance she call out, "You little tease! I can't believe you just flashed those guys! You are, without a doubt, the craziest girl I have ever met!" I could feel the stares of other guys around us – I'm not sure if they had seen me flash, but I knew they could see my nipples through the sheer material of my pale yellow un-lined bikini top. The thought of it made me warm and wet, in spite of the cool breeze off the water. 'Damn I am really starting to love this feeling', I thought to myself. "Oh, my God, Cher, I swear, I almost came in my bikini bottoms – well not really, but what an incredible rush to flash my tits for those guys! And you ain't seen nothin' yet girl!" I exclaimed. "And don't forget your part of this dare too. Remember, I said, if I will, you will! You haven't forgotten that part have you, Cher?" Cheryl was still giggling and shaking her head in disbelief as I sat down beside her on my beach towel. "I remember my part of the dare", she said, "I just didn't really think I would have to go through with it so soon. In fact, to be honest, I'm not sure that I have the guts to follow through. I've never done anything like this before, but you – I know you have flashed your body through see through T's before. I've see you after the soccer games through the years getting bolder and more brazen. And last year, after we won our league championship, I'll never forget seeing you dancing through the girl's change room buck ass naked." Now I got a little more serious... "But those times I'd either done it with at least some clothing on, or in the girl's in the locker room, and it was only around the girl's." I explained. "I've never actually intentionally bared my body in front of strangers before, either -- up until just now, that is! Cher, I've got to tell you, it turned me on like you wouldn't believe. I absolutely have to do this again! Maybe not here – but I think the joke you made when we were on the bus of going by Wreck Beach was actually a great idea. I'm sure I could do it again in front of others who are at least as undressed as me. And I know I would keep it off for a while too." "I don't know", Cheryl started, "and don't take this the wrong way – It's not that I 'm a lez' or anything, but I think I get as turned on as you do just watching you. To be completely honest I'm a little bit of a voyeur. I love watching if you know what I mean..." She paused.... "Well, since I being completely honest, let me put it this way -- I loved seeing you completely naked in the change room – and here on the beach going topless in public was a rush for me too. I'm just worried about this going too far..." I looked at her confidently "Hey Cher, don't worry about that... I know when to stop." (at least I think I looked confident). I know for sure that deep inside I wasn't that confident I really did know when to stop. Curiously, (no-pun intended), I was also surprised, and more than a little intrigued by Cheryl's admission that she liked watching me. I lay back on the beach to think about that for a minute or two... It was Cheryl who resumed the conversation. "I do know that when I saw you naked for the first time in the locker room shower I was shocked at how you didn't mind showing your body – in fact, every time we were in the locker room after that, I always tried to sneek a peek at your gorgeous body." As I lay back quietly thinking, Cheryl's last comment made my own thoughts race through my head 'I'm not gay' 'But I have always gotten turned on by girl-girl scenes and erotic stories' 'I know I like guys too' 'Am I bi?' 'Maybe' 'Is Cher bi, or at least bi-curious?' The more I thought about it, the more I remember seeing Cher watching me. 'Interesting, very, very interesting.' Cher started again, "And then after the big soccer game when you went dancing naked through the locker room – with me and with the rest of the team getting up and dancing half clothed too, I still get soooo turned on thinking about that day." 'Damn, I thought to myself, if she doesn't shut up, I'm going to either kiss her, caress her, or start playing with myself right here on the beach' In fact, I could feel my wetness soaking out of my crossed legs. I still didn't answer – because I wasn't sure what to say... "You know Katie, when I got home that day I have to admit I frigged myself like crazy. I spent the next two weeks thinking constantly about watching your tight little body naked, wet and dancing around shamelessly." "That's when I realized I love to watch you, Katie." I glanced over and saw a dreamy look in her eyes. I knew, I just knew, she was seeing me naked in her daydream. That was it! I had to tell her... "Cher, if you don't stop talking about this right here, and now...." Cheryl immediately interrupted me, "Katie, I'm so sorry – I hope I haven't scared you, I'm a lez, really, well I don't think I am, it's just that seeing you naked turns me on so much." "...Stop Cher, STOP you interrupted me!" I explained, "I was going to say, if you don't stop talking about this right here, and now, I swear I am going to strip naked and start frigging myself right here on the beach... You have me sooooo turned on I don't think I can even stand up..." I whispered to her... That was when she smiled and laid back "God, Katie that feels so good to have told you – I didn't know how you would react – I was sure you loved being watched, but I wasn't sure what you would do or say if you knew how much I love watching you." "Cher, PLEASE change the subject, I swear I'm leaving a wet spot on the beach! So, tell me what did you say to those guys? " "I told them you were wearing a see though bikini on a dare, and that part of the dare was to stand face to face-to-face to guy you didn't know. I also told them you were an exhibitionist! And then I asked them to help you finish the dare." She paused... "Katie, we make a perfect pair – you're an exhibitionist, and I'm a voyeur..." "Cher, you won't believe what I told them when I was flashing them..." I told them they should try going to Wreck Beach some time – in fact I told them to try going next Saturday. Which is a damn good thing – 'cause that when we are going to the beach too. Oh, and Cher, that's when you are going to pay up on your half of the dare as well..." "Katie, are you serious? Do you want to do this??" "Oh, Cher, more than you can imagine..." "Look here come those guys..." I looked up at them as they approached, "Hiya Tiger, it's nice to see you again..." I laughed. Dave smiled and nodded "It is great to see you too Katie, I see you are drying out a bit – too bad I liked the wet look..." I looked down and realized he was right – the yellow nylon my top was made of was drying out quickly. 'It's a good thing my legs are crossed, or he would notice my bottom isn't drying anywhere nearly as quickly.' I thought. 'Damn, I am absolutely soaked down there...' "So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" I asked Dave. "Sure this is Chris, one of my roommates, we share the lower half of a small rented house not far from here – there are actually three of us, there is another guy who's back at the house still unpacking his shit... And who is your friend?" "Oh, sorry I saw you talking back on the beach I thought perhaps she introduced herself then – This is my best friend and roommate Cheryl. We are sharing a dorm on campus. I did see you talking together earlier didn't I?" I asked and smiled playfully... Dave grinned, and replied, "Oh yeah – we were talking earlier. She gave me few pointers about you and your top – and I damn glad she did too. I just was in such a hurry to find out if she was telling the truth I forgot to introduce myself... Quite rude of me in fact, particularly given how gorgeous Cheryl is..." Cheryl, who had been sitting back listening and watching our flirting exchange, smiled at Dave's compliment, and responded, "Why thank you very much... I was beginning to wonder if you noticed. It's kind of amazing how the thought of a woman's bare, or nearly bare breasts can stop some men from thinking at all..." Dave laughed, and then responded, "Oh, I didn't stop thinking, it was what I was thinking about that changed... And besides, if Katie here is good for her word, I'm hoping to start thinking about it more too... Well Katie, should we really be at Wreck next Saturday?" I smiled back sweetly, and teasingly responded, "Well Dave, I can't say for sure – but maybe you should find out... You might get quite a surprise". With that I stretched out my arms and legs, and parted my legs a little. I knew if anyone looked, the wetness between my legs would be visible. I saw Cheryl looking down, and both Dave's and Chris' eyes followed hers. I spread my legs a little further and then like a gymnast I tucked my feet behind me and stood up. I moved toward Dave and we both engaged each other in a hug – In doing so, I make sure my hard little nipples pressed against his bare chest... 'Mmmm this really had some possibilities', I thought. 'But if I don't get out of here, I am going to wind up screwing these guys before the afternoon is over.' And while that thought turned me on enough to almost allow my fingers to go muff diving, I wasn't ready to go this far so fast... I was then that I noticed Chris staring hungrily at my body too. 'Oh, oh, this could really be trouble!' I thought – and then smiled an inner naughty smile... I glanced down at Cheryl and noticed three things all at once: One, she was beginning to get a bit red from the sun; Two, her eyes had that glazed over look that I had noticed earlier when she started talking seriously about my exhibitionism and her voyeurism; and, Three, her hand was resting on her mound, and her middle three fingers were pressing it gently. As soon as she saw my eyes wander over her body she withdrew her hand, but not far – I could see the dampness at the bottom of the 'V' of her bikini bottom. I knew it was time to go... "Dave and Chris, it was great to meet you, and we'd really love to stay, but Cher and I have dinner plans with my parents..." (I lied)... "Perhaps we will see you next weekend?!?" With that I released Dave from my hug, and turned and gave Chris and equally tight hug... I felt his hand graze my ass, as we hugged, and goose bumps ran up my arms... 'Oh, how I wanted both of these guys' I thought. I slowly trailed my hand across his ass as I released him. The look of shock on his face was priceless! I could hear Cheryl laughing as she watched. With that I turned and reached down for Cheryl's hand helping her to her feet... We quickly packed our stuff – and I pulled on my T and tied my wrap around me as Cheryl did the same. We said our goodbye's and headed for the bus. The bus was along in minutes, and there were only a few people on board – all sitting towards the front. An couple in mid-thirties, and a group of 4 teenage boys. We chose a seat near the back, and for the first few minutes we rode wordlessly back towards our dorm building. As we were riding I noticed Cheryl's hand slip down to her crotch, under her sheer wrap, and then under the purple spandex of her bikini bottom. Then mesmerized, and more than a little shocked, I watched as she began begin a rhythmic pulse under her suit. She stared directly at me as she fingered her clit. In what was probably the largest understatement of the year, I whispered, "Oh my God Cher, you really are turned on, aren't you?" "You have no idea Katie," she whispered back, "As soon as I touched myself on the beach I felt a need to get myself off, and --- ohhhhhhhhh, god" she muttered. She spasmed lightly and then withdrew her hand and reached over and took my hand in hers -- I could feel her slippery wetness on her fingertips. "Shit, that felt good – I needed that!" I stared at her in disbelief – after all, this was Cheryl, beside me. Beautiful, but as far as I knew, relatively innocent, Cheryl – and she had just masturbated, in front of me, in public, on a bus! I looked around and no one on the bus seemed to have noticed anything. Still continuing to stare into my eyes and almost as if reading my thoughts, she whispered to me, "Sorry if I freaked you out at all, Katie, but I really, really needed to do that right now – in front of you – and here in public. I know I can do anything now..." 'While she may have claimed not to be a lez, she didn't say anything about being bisexual' I thought... I lifted her hand to my mouth. I could smell her musky scent – not surprisingly, it was different from mine... I put her finger tips to my lips, and then tasted them lightly with the tip of my tongue -- she was salty, sweet and absolutely yummy... I licked her fingers gently and I heard another moan beside me – I knew she just came again... "So, my sweet," I whispered, "you are not just a voyeur, you are an exhibitionist too, and unless I miss my guess, you are also more than a little bi-curious too, hmm???" "Oh yes," she whispered back, "oh yes". This was going to be an interesting evening for both of us. Within minutes of our little exchange the bus was at our stop. I stood, and gently helped Cheryl from her seat – holding her hand as I helped her up. We disembarked the bus, and made our way to the dorm – never letting go of each other's hands along the way. I noticed a few stares, but for the most part nobody even notice us walking together. Within minutes we were together in our apartment. As soon as I was in I stripped off my T and my wrap – throwing them both in a corner. Cheryl's joined mine at almost exactly the same time. I pushed the door closed behind me, and I pulled Cheryl close, with her back against my front, she molded her body against mine... My fingers began to roam... Although I had never been with another woman before, and from her earlier comments, I figured Cheryl hadn't either, it seemed so completely natural to run my hands over her warm skin. She moaned as my hands worked their way over her smooth soft belly. I slid my hands upwards and cupped her breast through her top... "Should I undo it?" I whispered in her ear... A quite, sexy, soft, "Ummm, hmmm" was her only response. My hands reached up and untied the top of her bikini... I leaned away from her body for a second and I pulled it undone as well. I let go of the strings and her top dropped to the floor. My hands found to her breasts once again. It was a strange feeling, holding a woman's breasts in my hands – familiar, but so completely different. Foreign and definitely taboo from all of my upbringing, but at the same time wonderfully satisfying – and unbelievably exciting. I felt her nipples harden at my delicate touch. Different from mine – but the reaction was the same – and I could tell she was loving it too. Her hands cupped mine as I flicked, and played with those hardened little nubs. She pressed back into me – luxuriating in the feel of my body against hers. I could see our reflection in our full length hall mirror, and it looked sooooo sexy... I kissed softly at her neck, licking gently and tasting her salty skin with my tongue. I pressed forward against her, pressing my crotch against her ass. My hands slipped from her breasts, and worked there way down her soft belly towards the draw strings of her bikini bottom. As I watched in the mirror, I could see her hands had remained on her tits and continued to playing with her nipples. Without asking I pulled each of the strings and her bottom came away... Once again in the mirror I surveyed her body as the bottom fell away. "My god, you are gorgeous Cher," I murmured in her ear... I marveled at this beauty that I held in my arms -- given freely to me, without question. One of my hands slid around her front and down to the neatly shaven lips I could see in the mirror. She was drenched, I could feel her juices coating my fingers, her slippery wetness oozing from her... I pulled my hand tighter and began to stroke her clit... Within seconds I felt her shake and she cried out softly, "Oh Katie, please let me touch you..." Between soft kisses on her neck, I managed to tell her, "I need to get naked too, my sweet..." "Oh yes, you do." she purred in return... Not waiting for her hands to do the work I pulled the drawstrings of my top and let it fall between us... Now, my nipples and breasts were poking into her back... I dropped my hands to my side to pull my bottom drawstrings... If too fell to the floor... 'Unbelievable', I thought to myself, 'I never would have dreamed that I would feel this sexy, this sexual, this sensuous to be naked with my best friend.' Cheryl turned in my arms and our lips met for the first time. To call it a kiss would be wrong -- It was a long, non-hesitating, deep, lip crushing, tongue teasing, press of flesh that lasted for close to 20 minutes. We simply stood and melted together... It was Cheryl whose hands that made the first move -- sliding down between us, they grazed over my mound and to my lips... She moaned as they gently touched my wetness, and then began to probe me... I gasped as her index finger found my clit... Still standing together she began to rub gently in circles... I almost fell over from the pleasure. Slowly she pushed me down onto my bed, and began licking my nipples. Immediately, both they and I responded to her ministrations. My nipples became rock hardened, flaming red, areas of incredible sensitivity. I virtually melted at her touch – laying back and taking in this wonderful sensation. Then, hungrily, her mouth began to trail kisses down my body. I knew where she was going – or at least I hoped I knew where she was going, but the thought still shocked me. Her lips trailed wet kisses from my inflamed nipples, down my belly, to the top of my mound, and then past to my equally trimmed bush. They found my wetness, and then my lips, sucking each softly – tasting me, coating herself in my juices, and then finally her tongue and teeth found my clit. I could barely stand it – little pulses of pleasure raced through my body making me squirm and shake uncontrollably, as this young, and presumably inexperienced, woman made me cum lightly over, and over, and over again... Exploring and Experimenting I could feel a major orgasm building like nothing I had ever dreamed of. I knew I would scream, and didn't care, I knew I would never be the same and didn't care, I knew I loved this young woman between my legs, and I didn't care who knew... I was right I did scream... Cheryl pulled her head from my lap after I had finished convulsing from my orgasm. "Are you alright, my love?" she whispered. "Oh yes, so much more than alright, my love." I whispered back. "Please come up here so I can taste me on your lips..." And she did... And I did... I knew I would pleasure her in the same way later tonight, and I know she knew it too... It didn't need be spoken, we were lovers. Exploring Anita Pt. 01 I would like to thank Kimberly, my VE for her apt editing; without her help my story would not have seen light of the day. ***** Chapter One The first meetings While walking through a not-so-busy street in the semi-darkness of evening, Anita wrapped herself tighter in her sari as cold gusts from the hills made her shiver. She grew up in small town located in the foothills of the Himalayas, in a peaceful hamlet, where the weather is cold throughout the year. The change in weather can be felt in early October at the onset of winter. As they walked together on their way back home, Anita was feeling unnerved by the odd silence and wry smile that lingered on Ushadi's face. Last night, she could not sleep much and today, at the office, she tried to look normal. She tried to act spontaneous by clearing office files, talking to others and smiling, while remaining cautious and careful to watch for anyone who might have noticed that something was amiss. The people of this town came from different parts of the country, searching for jobs or for business and brought along with them different languages, customs and cultures; changing to its present cosmopolitan character, in the last leg of eighties. Ushadi is one of Anita's colleagues, forty-five or forty-six years, married and mom of a cute ten year old girl. The word, 'di' denotes elder sister. It is customary here to address a lady, elder by age and acquainted for some time, by putting 'di' after her name. Anita met her about a year back, when she was a brand new employee. It was her first job, and at that time, she felt like a fish out of water. It was her first move from home, leaving behind family and friends from a small town to an unknown big town, where she would be working and living on her own. Fortunately, on the very first day of her arrival into town, she found a room to rent with an attached bath and small kitchen. It was located in a good residential area, not far from office, on the ground floor of an L-shaped, two storied, roadside building. Anita's one room flat was in the front side of the plot. There was a big courtyard in front of the building, on right side of the entrance and in opposite to the courtyard, on left side of the entrance was her flat door. There was no floor on top of her flat and it was on the horizontal part of L. Three other tenants with their families and the landlord with his wife were living in the same building, but their flats were at the backside of the plot, on the vertical part of L. Two tenants were on two ground floor flats and flats of the third tenant and the landlord were just above their flats on the first floor. It provided some seclusion in spite of living with so many in the same building. Rent was affordable and she did not have to think twice for taking the flat, as it was arranged by an acquaintance of her father. It is not easy to get into a government job with thousands vying for the same position, especially with the competitive exam that is difficult to crack. She was studious and got the job within just a few months of graduation, but it was quite different from her college days. When she came to join the office, she did not know anyone in the town and tried to befriend her colleagues, but the responses were disheartening. The excitement of getting into her first job did not last long with the monotonous work, long hours and indifferent colleagues. Her father accompanied her on the first day. She introduced herself to her colleagues but they did not show much interest. But Ushadi came to her, asking for her credentials, about her family and home. During her introduction, she interacted with her father and pacified him. He was worried to leave Anita alone in a new place but she told him not to worry and assured him she would take care of her. She did take care of her, talked to her, asked about her problems and in a few months, they were like the best of friends. The other colleagues were mostly middle-aged men and few women. They knew that she got into the job straight from college, and was new in this town and living alone. Some of them had taken it as an opportunity, thinking of her as easy prey. When she tried to have little conversations they asked for dinner together or lift in a car and on her polite refusal, they started back-biting and turned rude. Repeated offensive incidents were wrecking her nerves, and at that time, Ushadi came to her support. She knew them and suggested to Anita who to mingle with and whom to shun. She advised how to avoid some of those canny guys and Anita could adjust in the office atmosphere due to her guidance. In no time, Ushadi turned to be the only person, whom she could trust completely and became her close friend in spite of her seniority by age and service. Ushadi was born and raised up in hills; she was the only woman from the hills who worked in the office. She came down to the plains to join the office when she was younger and single, like Anita. She fell for a colleague and got married but her husband was from the plains. Differences between hills people and plains people are plenty; languages they speak are different, clothes they wear are different, foods they eat are different. Men and women from the hills are different even by look. People from the hills have Mongolian features; like short height, whitish complexion, small eyes, and flat nose. People from the plains are tall and dark with sharp nose and wide eyes. Weather in the hills is cold throughout the year but in the plains it is very hot except, in the winter for four months. With such varied differences, even in fashions, custom and cultures; marriage between the two communities of hills and plains is very rare. Maybe due to common origin and seniority by age, Ushadi treated her like a younger sister. She took it upon herself to protect and help her. Anita depended on her judgment about others and scrupulously followed her advices. Ushadi taught her new things, which were common in the plains, but uncommon in the hills. Anita used to wear skirts and shirts or pants with tops, like her friends in the hills, but those dresses were not common in the plains. Women in the plains wear a sari or Kurta-Churidar. A sari is a six yard colorful drape, traditionally worn by women from the plains. Blouses and petticoats are to be worn underneath a sari. A petticoat is like a full length skirt and the blouse that is to be worn with a sari is different from the conventional blouse, worn with a skirt. The blouse for a sari is much shorter in length and it exposes the tummy. On the neck of the blouse, cuts are much deeper both in front and at the back and it results in showing wide cleavage and bare backs, unless covered properly with the pallu of a sari. The loose end of a sari is thrown over the chest and it is called pallu; for a new sari wearer, the pallu of a sari has to be safely pinned with the blouse on the shoulder. Unless it is pinned properly with a safety pin, it may drop, exposing the boobs in the blouse, which is considered inappropriate in the plains. Incidents of such pallu drops happen more when the sari material is slippery, like silk or chiffon. Anita had never worn a sari in the past. She was eager to learn and try a sari but for a first timer like her, it could not be worn without assistance, consequently, Ushadi taught her how to wear a sari. They went together for sari shopping and in fact, her first sari was a gift from Ushadi. But for a naive like her, wearing and managing a sari all day long was very difficult for the initial few months. Ushadi had taught her all the nitty-gritty of wearing a sari. She had also bought some Kurta-Churidar. It was another traditional set of women's wear, but much easier to wear and manage in comparison to a sari. Kurta is like a frilly top and a Churidar is like a loose leggings. In a few months, due to constant naggings and nudges from Ushadi, she stopped wearing skirts or pants and started wearing a sari or a Kurta-Churidar at office. She was always plump, after few months, her old skirt-pants did not fit and she conveniently switched over to a sari and or a Kurta-Churidar, discarding her old cloths. She was feeling nervous for the whole day, since Ushadi had seen the writings on a small piece of paper. Paul, one of the colleagues had written and cleverly handed it over by keeping the piece of paper inside an office file on the previous day. Paul was young, maybe twenty-five years, senior to her by one year on the job and a local from the plains. He handed over the file and she took it, unsuspectingly, without knowing about the piece of paper, but it was meant for her. He might have thought that she would open the file then and there and see the writings but after taking the file from him, she left for the wash room, keeping the file on her desk. The office room was big and was meant for mid-level executives, like her. Several sets of desks and chairs were placed face to face, in two parallel rows with an aisle in between. Visitors' chairs were placed in front of each staff desk. Ushadi's desk was next to Anita's, on the left, and Paul's desk was in the opposite row, at the far left. She was in the washroom for maybe five to ten minutes and when she returned to her desk, she opened the file and found the piece of paper with an artistically handwritten note; you look sexy in a sari! Upon reading the note, she looked at Paul and found him pretentiously reading something at his desk. Then she glanced left and found Ushadi busy with office files and with a sigh of relief, she presumed no one else had noticed the note. Ushadi did warn her about Paul that he was a flirt with lots of girlfriends and he stared at women lustily. She told Anita that he stared at her frequently but she never found him staring at her. He was always courteous and decent. But when she told that to Ushadi, she retorted, "Silly you! He stares when you're busy with the files. I'm sure he's trying to flirt with you. I've known him for long time." Anita avoided him, considering her strong views. Though staring at someone could not be treated as an offence, but in a way, she thought, the piece of paper did confirm, how correct Ushadi was! But the note lingered in her head, it was an honest appreciation and instead of complaining, she should feel flattered but she did not want any trouble for him, and kept the piece of paper inside her purse. Ushadi was stubborn about her views and Anita did not want to infuriate her. She thought to tell her about the piece of paper, on the way back home, but on the previous day, she left early. Ushadi did not tell her, nor did she notice when she left the office. She waited for her, not knowing about her early departure till 6:10 p.m. Anita was walking alone and might have walked for five minutes, when she heard the sound of Paul's bike. He always roamed with his bike, a Royal Enfield, and with its distinct sound, she was sure that it was Paul, even without looking back. He came across and slowed down his bike. "Hey, pretty, going home? Mind riding with me? I can drop you and you'll reach home early." She replied with a smile, "Thanks for your offer, Paul, but I enjoy walking." He looked disappointed. "Ok, as you like!" he said with a pause. "Since that oldie is not with you, thought you may like to ride!" He was referring to Ushadi. He laughed loudly. It would not be wise to ride his bike, she thought, Ushadi may come to know and she would be angry. She smiled again. "Thanks, Paul maybe some other day!" He smiled, "OK, pretty, some other day, just let me know," he said before speeding off. He was maybe five-ten or six feet, dark, and handsome and his dimple on left cheek made him cute. His dimple used to be more prominent when he smiled. He was jovial and mischievous like a child and it might be natural for women to fall for him. Anita liked him, since he was unpretentious, cheerful and what she came to know from Ushadi about his popularity among women, made him more attractive. She saw him once with two young women, while she was roaming in shopping areas with Ushadi. She told her that one was his current and the other one was his ex- girlfriend. It was unbelievable, how he could be walking with his current and ex together. Ushadi might have been exaggerating or wrong, but they had a hearty laugh, wondering about his skill of managing two women at the same time. Maybe she had walked for another five minutes and he crossed her again and stopped his bike. "Hey! Are you angry for my comment? You really look great in a sari! You do not want to ride my bike for that?" Those are so typical about Paul and she laughed it off, "You are so silly! Thanks for your compliments and no, I am not angry with you. I have no problem with riding your bike but your girlfriends may get angry!" His smile was discerning. "Do not worry; they are my problem, besides I do not have any steady girlfriend. Now get on my bike." At least he was honest enough to admit that he had girlfriends. She thought for a while, unless someone, who knew her, did notice her on his bike and reported it to Ushadi; she would not come to know. She was not that known in the town and by riding his bike, she would not have to walk alone. She accepted his offer. "Ok, thanks. I hope I do not cause you any problems." It was a short ride since her place was not that far. On dropping her, he might have expected that she would invite him in, but she did not. "Thanks, Paul. Good night and see you tomorrow." He may be disappointed but left, waving his hand. She was about to go into her room, when the land lady called her to attend the phone. There was no mobile phone in those days and she used to get call from her parents on the landlord's landline phone. Without unlocking the door to her room, she rushed upstairs thinking it would be a call from her parents. "Hello!" It was Ushadi at the other end. "Have you seen what Paul wrote for you?" Anita was in shocked silence for a moment but managed a feigned surprise, "No, what's it?" The call got disconnected. How did she come to know about the note was her first thought and second, she thought that she had to tell her the truth. She would call her again. She decided to wait for the call in their drawing room and the landlady, whom she called 'Auntie', was in the room and asked her something, which she answered absent mindedly but even after waiting for five minutes, she did not call back. She had Ushadi's number, but she never used the landlord's phone for making calls. After chatting with Auntie for some time, she came down to her room, feeling awkward and guilty. Ushadi cared for her so much, but she lied to her. She asked her to avoid Paul but she did not listen and accepted his offer for a lift on his bike. She never gave it a thought that Ushadi might have seen the piece of paper. But at the same time, there were resenting thoughts. Paul complimented her looks in a sari and it was not an offence. Maybe he was trying to flirt, but how did Ushadi came to know about the note and its contents? Neither Paul nor she shared anything about the note! Did she read the note before she did? It was not fair; she was making her defenses in her mind. Would Ushadi come to know that she rode on the seat of his bike? Her worries kept her up, prevented her from having any sleep last night. Ushadi was walking with her on way back home. She did not ask her anything about the office, or about the note, or about Paul. Her silence was making Anita more nervous. She was thinking of ways to tell her the truth; that she had seen the note and she could not tell her that last night since the call got disconnected. But by then Ushadi stopped walking and looked at her with a wide smile. "Hey, do you like Paul?" She was perplexed to answer and shook her head, no. Blushing in the darkness, she wondered whether it was obvious to read on her face. Did Ushadi know that she dreamt of Paul last night? Chapter Two Knowing her better I was never good with judging people, but that never prevented me from making big decisions. I fell in love with my colleague and we had nothing in common except the job. He was from the plains and his differences could be the main reason for my attraction. My parents had no objection but they were apprehensive and the reaction from his parent's side was also similar. We got married within a year of courtship and before our second anniversary, I got pregnant. Motherhood was the biggest turning point in my life but it soured our marital relations. He was not caring, and due to his aloofness, I had a hard time managing both, my baby and my job. He moved away, taking a convenient transfer and eventually I had to raise my baby almost single handedly, who had just turned ten. He had to be reminded to come home for his weekend visits once or twice a month even then he behaved like a guest. I did not want anyone else to fall in the same trap! Except me, Anita was the only woman from the hills, working in our office, and she was much younger than me, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three. She was fresh from college and was vulnerable. She did not know anyone here or about office work and I taught her all the nitty-gritty. I knew all about our colleagues and introduced them selectively with warnings that some may try to take advantage of her. I had introduced her even to my friends and family, I tried to solve her problems and treated her like my younger sister. I taught her how to wear a sari and churidar-kurta since those were more suitable than skirts or pants at the office and even gave her saris as gifts. I assured her worried father that I would take care of her and I always protected her. I took her home and cooked her meals. We are both from hills, speak the same language and we have lots in common, though by age and looks, we were different. I look more like a woman from the plains rather than from the hills. I am tall, 5'-8", I have wide eyes and a sharp nose, unlike woman from the hills. But she has got her distinct Mongolian look of a hills woman. She is short, maybe 5'-5", plump and fairer than me. I like her long, black, silky hair and it is much thicker than mine. She keeps it loose and it reaches her waist. Although the color of our hair is the same, my hair is shorter and thin. I wish I could have long, shiny hair. While I am very slim, she is a full-figured woman and in spite of her plumpness, she has got all the right curves in all the right places and she looks perfect and hot. The first thing anyone would notice in her must be her perky breasts, surely a C cup, maybe 34C and very big in comparison to my 32A. She used to wear tight tops earlier, making them look more prominent. Earlier, she used to wear skirts or pants with tight tees or shirts and wearing such tight tops was punishing in the summer. It used to reveal the clear outline of her breasts and as she gasped for air, in the scorching heat, her low-cut tops used to reveal her deep cleavage. She wore short skirts that showed her thunder thighs, and most used to watch her with glee. I had seen how others in the office ogled her. Once, a one lady colleague asked me to speak to Anita about dressing properly. Since she did not want to offend or sound mean, considering mine and Anita's closeness, she thought I would be the right person to tell her. I personally had no problem with her dresses but she had to be careful about her dress and attitude in the office, especially when she was living alone, in an unknown town. I did not say her anything but I taught her how to wear and made her to switch over to a sari and Kurta-Churidar. Most men in the office thought it would be easy to get laid by such a petite and hot young woman but I protected her and cared for her, as my sister. And then she started lying to me, for Paul! God knows how many girlfriends he had and she had chosen him! She was repaying me for my care by lying to me for a flirt like Paul! If she liked Paul so much, she should have told me and I would have helped her. I had seen him with many young women and I cajoled him to admit the truth that he had two girlfriends at the same time. And she had chosen Paul! Ok, let it be! Exploring Anita Pt. 01 She too might have had many boyfriends back home or in past? Nobody reveals a dark past and I should not be so sure about her. She may be not as innocent as she appeared. Paul used to stare at her, I had seen that and it was not his fault. If you show your big boobs, it is natural for a young man to stare and she didn't know how to keep them in wraps. I am not the savior of her virginity; how could I when she wanted lose it! Would they be happy together? Would it culminate in their marriage? Who am I to think for them? Let them do whatever they want, but I will ask her once, whether she liked Paul. She lied to me for Paul! Chapter Three Sari trial I wondered how she concluded from a simple note that I liked Paul. I didn't talk to him much and the note, appreciating my look, was surely his mischief. Maybe she had read the note or maybe it was just a guess, but she wanted to confirm that from me. I did not reply to her and laughed it off, but suddenly she was all in praise about him. She told me that he had lost his father at a tender age and due to his dedication and hard work, he overcame many obstacles in life. It was all new information and quite surprising, since she only asked me earlier to avoid him. I wondered whether my liking him had made him such a good boy to her! We had little in common, different languages, different religions, we were from different cultures and societies and I had no reason to like or consider him to be my boyfriend, especially when there were plenty of worthy bachelors from the hills. Same applied for him too, he had lots of girlfriends and he had no reason to like me. Maybe she was reading too much into the note. She did not tell me that she had seen the note but I was sure that she did. One evening, on way back to home, she proposed to go for sari shopping and I agreed. It was a new dress for me and the many compliments I received encouraged me to increase my limited stock of saris. It was good to Ushadi with me because I did not have an idea about quality and or the price of a sari. We spent an hour, selecting six different, single-colored, plain saris, and each one was beautiful. She was an expert about saris, and unless she guided me, it would not be possible for me to select from the huge stock they had shown us. Cotton is suitable for a slim woman, since it is fluffy and chiffon is suitable for a full-figured woman, since it clings to body, she explained. Chiffon is cheaper than cotton and Ushadi was also good with bargaining. After buying the saris, we bought some matching blouses of the exact same color and material as each of the six saris. It was lazy Saturday, and I napped for two hours in the afternoon. When my doorbell rang, I was awake and thinking to get up from the bed. Unlatching the door, I opened it and Ushadi peeped into the room, "Hey Anita! What are you doing?" I smiled, "Not much just slept awhile. Please get in." I did not have to tell her, looking at my face and the unkempt bed, she would have understood. She came in and sat on the couch, kept opposite to the bed. Since we did not live far, on holidays, we used to visit each other's place. I needed tea to freshen up and asked her, "Would you like some tea or coffee?" She nodded, "Tea would be fine for me." Putting on water on electric kettle, I rushed to the bathroom and splashed cold water on eyes. The reflection in the mirror showed my eyes were swollen from sleep and after drying up my face with towel, I came out from the bathroom. On making and handing over her cup of tea, I sat beside her on the couch with my cup. We were sipping tea and chatting and she asked me, "Have you tried those new saris?" "Nope, not yet," I replied. She was surprised "Hey, why you are taking so much time? Bring those here and try them on now!" She had taught me how to wear a sari and I nodded, OK. By then, we finished our tea. On collecting her cup, I put both cups in the sink in the kitchen and then opened my wardrobe and took out all the new saris and blouses. I was wearing maxi, a house dress akin to house coat. I had taken one set of sari-blouse and went into the bathroom for changing. I was still not an expert in wearing a sari and it was taking time. She was impatient, "Hey, why are you taking so much time in changing? Come out, I will help you." I told her, "I am done." I came out from the bathroom. I checked in the bathroom mirror and found the brick red sari nice. She smiled. "Wow, it is beautiful on you! You see, the colors I have chosen for you, compliment your skin tone. You look hot in it.'' I was checking myself in the dressing table mirror and on turning told her, "Thanks, unless you were there with me, I would not have chosen those." She looked pleased, "Yes, I knew it would be nice on you. Try another one," she said. On taking another set of sari blouse from the bed, I was going towards the bathroom, but she told me, "Don't go inside. Why don't you try them here? I can help you." I untied my sari and put on another. I was wearing one by one, checking myself in the mirror. Each one was with splendid color, and since the material was chiffon, all were body hugging. I did not require help from her since pleats making is easier for the chiffon sari rather than cotton sari. She was seated on couch and I was turning towards her to show her how those looked on me. She continued her commenting with each sari I put on, "Wow, beautiful! You look sexy in it!" Indeed, each one wrapped over my body like a second skin, showing every curve. While I was trying the last one, a moss green sari, she asked me, "Hey, change to a matching blouse and we can get a complete picture of how it looks on you." I nodded in agreement. The front door was latched from the inside and I started opening my blouse, turning my back towards Ushadi. I did not bother to go to bathroom for changing my blouse and she told me, "Anita, remove your bra before changing to the green blouse." I was surprised, "Why? How can I wear a blouse without a bra? It's so flimsy!" She smiled, "Oh please try it without a bra. Let me see how it looks on you." It was still unbelievable to me, "Are you kidding? Sure, you want me to try it without a bra?" She winked with smile on face, "Yes, let us try it. Let me see how sexy you look without one!" Silently, I removed the blouse and then I removed my bra and wore the matching green blouse. I was putting on my green sari, when she got up from the couch and sat on the floor to help me to make front pleats of the sari. When we were finished making pleats, I checked myself in the mirror. Like other saris, it was also beautiful but its flimsiness ashamed me. The light in my room was not very bright but I could see my breasts through my sari and blouse. She asked me to turn back while I was checking myself on mirror. "Wow, you are so hot! Paul would love to see you in this sari," she said. It surprised me, how would Paul see me? Why should I wear it? I tried to explain her, "Ushadi, I cannot wear this without a bra. You see how thin this sari is!" She said nonchalantly, "You have to wear this, for me and Paul. You do not know how sexy you look on this sari. Paul would love it. Wear it and show it to him. He likes and wants you." I tried to reason with her, "Oh no, please, I cannot wear it. It is different to wear before you, but not Paul." I turned my back towards Ushadi and on removing my sari, I rushed to the bathroom to change out of my green blouse. When I came back wearing the same maxi, I found her seated on the couch. When she saw me, she got up, "Anita, I have to leave now. But please, you have to do it. You got the figure, so you should flaunt it. It looks so hot on you! Don't be so shy!" She winked and smiled. She unlatched the door and steeped out from the room as I followed her till the gate. "Ok, I will think over it." I did not want to commit instantly. ********************************************************** It was still not so dark and Ushadi was walking on her way back home from Anita's flat and she was thinking how she would change Anita's mind so that she would go without a bra. She was disturbed because of such awkward thinking but could not stop thinking how hot she looked without bra! I can go without bra and it would not fetch even a second look but her breasts are full and perky. I had seen her in the mirror when she was changing her blouse. She looked so hot when she wore the sari without a bra, her entire breasts were visible through the sari and a nipple was poking through her thin blouse. I felt a little turned on; any man would go crazy about her. Paul would have been so happy to see this! I knew how to convince her but it should not be at the office, maybe somewhere else and she should try it soon. Chapter Four The invitation I had been invited for a birthday party and I did not know either the birthday boy or his parents! I was told by Ushadi that the birthday boy was her daughter's friend and they lived in her neighborhood. Mother of the birthday boy, whom she knew for some time, lived in her neighborhood and the lady had seen me in her house. The lady had asked her to bring me along for the birthday party. It was quite uncommon in those days to see young women from the hills wearing a sari and the lady had seen me in a sari and told her that it looked great on me. I agreed to attend the party and Ushadi told me to wear the sari for the birthday party, and even chose the sari, which I should wear for attending the birthday party. She suggested I wear orange, one of my six new saris. I reached Ushadi's house around 7 pm wearing the orange sari, as suggested, and as I pushed the doorbell, she opened the door smiling. "Wow! You are stunning in this sari." I had been to her place before, many times. It was a three storied building with two flats on every floor. Ushadi's rented flat was on the ground floor, at left side from the gate with a small balcony in front side, two large bedrooms with attached baths, big drawing-cum-dining room and kitchen at the back. I sat on a big sofa, kept in her drawing room and there was no one except Ushadi. She told me that her daughter wanted to go with us but being impatient, left for her friend's house. Ushadi was still in her house dress and asked me to wait a while then she went inside to get ready. After a while, she called me in. "Come here, we can talk while I'm getting ready. You're sitting alone." She was in her bedroom and I had not entered her bedroom before. It was a big room with lots of empty places at the centre of the room. A wooden sofa set with a small centre table was kept in the far left corner of the room and a big wooden bed was placed on the opposite side, at the far right corner of the room. A wooden dressing table with an oval mirror and a wooden wardrobe were kept side by side at the centre, along the wall, just opposite to the entrance door of the room. She wore a chocolate colored sari with lots of small white embroidered motifs, spread throughout the sari and it was gorgeous. When I entered into the room, she was applying makeup, standing in front of the dressing table and our eyes met in the mirror. As I sat on the sofa, she turned towards me with an evil smile on face, "Hey, we have to try tonight! You need to re-dress here without the bra, take it off!" I was startled, shocked, but managed to fumble, "Please, not tonight. It's a birthday party. Lots of kids and parents must be present there. I'll surely, as you have suggested but may try some other day." Her smile vanished, as she retorted, "Why don't you listen to me? You need to practice and I'm with you. You have nothing to worry about." I knew, when she asked me, I had to try that but did not expect that it would be so soon. I could hear my heartbeats in the silence of the moment. I could not confront her but even thinking of doing that tonight, made my nervous. She was still applying makeup and checking in the mirror and my silence made her look at me. I looked away to avoid eye contact and she told me, "You are shy, I know. Ok, I'll give you my stole. It is still cold outside and you can wear the stole over your sari. It will cover up you and you do not have to remove it, if the place is crowded, Happy? Now stop worrying and smile." I looked at her, meeting her eyes briefly but I could not smile. She came towards me, "Hey, Anita, what's wrong? Don't you trust me?" She touched my chin and raised my face with her fingers, "You don't know how hot you look and who won't like that? Nobody knows you there and we can safely try. It won't be uncomfortable and you should be proud of your sexiness." I did not say anything in reply and she said, "Ok, to give you company, I won't wear a bra." She thrown the pallu of her sari and started unhooking the blouse as I quickly downed my eyes. She continued, "But I'm sure nobody will give me a second look." On turning back, she stepped towards the wardrobe. When I raised my gaze, I saw her bare back as she removed her bra and put on the blouse. She opened the wardrobe door and took out a stole and came back to me. "I will also wear one, to give you company." She handed it over to me, "It'll match with your sari and I got it for you." I took the stole from her. It was a black stole with lots of needle work in white, contrasting with my orange sari. I thought for a while, she would be wearing a stole to give me company, so it would not be odd and I would not remove my stole in case the place was crowded. I did not know anyone at the birthday party except her and I could try as she suggested. Nodding head, I got up from the sofa and headed towards her attached bathroom but she stopped me. "You don't have go to bathroom. Come on, you can change here. I am done," she told me, moving back from the mirror. I came back and stood in front of the large oval mirror of her dressing table, as she sat on her bed. I was excited but nervous and my hands shook when I removed the pallu of my sari. Standing in front of the mirror, I unhooked my blouse in front and took it off. I kept my blouse on the small stool, which was kept in front of the dressing table at right side. My hands reached behind my back and I unhooked my bra. I could see her staring towards the mirror and our eyes met in the mirror when I removed my bra. I put on my blouse again. She said, "Anita, you have beautiful breasts! I wish I had some like yours. I am so small." She giggled. By then, I had regained my composure little bit and smiled at her. "Shhhsh...Thanks." She was trying to raise my sinking soul with flattery but I knew that my breasts were nice and I could see them through my blouse, even after putting the pallu of my sari over my blouse. She got up from the bed and handed me the Kashmiri stole. I put that stole over my sari. I got goose bump on my arms thinking how weird it would be if I have to remove the stole. I turned back and said, "I am done. How do I look now?" She smiled and replied, "Splendid!" *********************************************************** Ushadi was not sure that she could make her go for the party without a bra and she felt like she won a war. A birthday party for a kid may not be the right occasion but she had to try soon. They lived nearby and she had known them for years. It should not be too crowded, being a residential area for the people from the plains. Mom of the birthday boy had seen Anita in my house and she was surprised that day to see a young woman from the hills wearing a sari. She told me to bring her for the birthday party and tonight they would see how different she was from them and how sexy she looked. Strangely, I felt proud about presenting her tonight before them. I did not know if I would be able to ask her to remove the stole. Kids may be in the room or the place might be crowded and in such a case, I would not ask her to do that. I told her not to remove her stole until and unless I removed mine and that would be the signal for her. She would do the same, following my signal and if necessary, I would wear my stole again and she would follow my move. I did explain to her about my signal and I was very excited to see their reactions. She would not know anyone present there and it would be easy for her. Parents of the boy may be surprised but they could not be too critical of her, after all, she was from the hills and from a different community. It might go as her ignorance about wearing a sari. We might get some secluded spot to start with. I was excited as well as worried. ****************************************************************** It was a small birthday party and the lady we met at the gate, must be the mom of the birthday boy. I may have seen the lady at Ushadi's house but failed to remember. She greeted us and took us into a room, where the kids were running and shouting and half of the birthday cake was kept on a table in the room. She called her son and a cute boy came running, with folded hands greeting 'Namaste.' Wishing him "Happy Birthday,"I handed him the package of gifts I was carrying. With a quick "Thank you" he ran to join his friends. She requested us to proceed inside. On our way, we crossed a room full with men seated on sofas with plates, watching TV and she took us to a room at the end with ladies seated inside. All of the ladies present in the room were middle-aged women from the plains. We were made to sit on two chairs, kept side by side in a corner of the room. All eyes fell on us and they might have known her as they smiled to her but they kept looking at me; maybe because I was unknown to them or maybe because I was the only woman from the hills, different by look and wearing a sari, the attire of women from the plains. Ushadi did not look like a woman from the hills and I was the only odd one. Mom of the boy talked to her for awhile and asked me to be comfortable. I smiled to her, "Thank you," And she left the room asking, "Please excuse me. I'll be back in a while." Surely, she needed to attend others. All the ladies present in the room were wearing colorful, gorgeous saris and plenty of gold ornaments. My plain orange chiffon looked dull in comparison and I was not wearing any ornaments except a pair of earrings and a wrist watch. I had a gold chain but it was covered under my stole and none except the two of us were wearing stoles over our saris. The weather was not cold and the room temperature was pleasant. I could not speak but understood only a few words of their language and I remained silent as it was not possible to converse with them. Ushadi was talking to most of them and as she introduced me, with smile and folded hands, I told them, "Namaste." They smiled back and she was talking about me as I heard my name as she continued talking. I was relieved by thinking that she would not ask me to remove my stole since most of them were known to her. I sat silently, watching them as we were served coffee and cakes, followed by food plates. Mom of the birthday boy entered into the room and by that time we finished our food. She talked to the others and enquired with Ushadi whether we had food as the lady looked at me and smiled. I smiled back but could not say anything due to the language problem. Few of the guest ladies got up to leave and the lady left the room with them. We were seated in a corner of the room, beside the door, facing the others and Ushadi was seated on my left, at the extreme corner. There were six or seven ladies in the room by then. We were served coffee again and on finishing the coffee, Ushadi got up to throw her paper cup in a trash-bin, kept in the opposite corner of the room. I followed her but on coming back to my seat, I watched in horror as she took her seat removing her stole! No one noticed when she removed the stole but I was terrified to think that I had to follow her cue. They would surely notice under the bright lights of the room that I did not put on a bra. I could not look at Ushadi and my hands trembled. Ushadi kept the stole on her lap and I sat tight looking at my feet. Other ladies in the room were chatting among themselves. Exploring Anita Pt. 01 On receiving a light pinch on thigh, I looked at her and she winked with wry smile. It made me more nervous and whispered to her, "Sorry, I can't do it here." She said, "Not many left here. Do it now, you can." She should have been worried since they were known to her and I did not know anyone in the room. I would not see them in the future, so why should I bother, I thought. On removing my stole, I kept that on my lap and lowered my gaze. The room fell silent in five minutes and they were not chatting anymore. I lifted my glance and saw them looking, with eyes fixed on me. Oh my God! They all were watching me and my feet turned cold, as I followed their gaze, I checked myself! Flimsy chiffon stuck on my body, showing the shape, the size and even the skin tone of my breasts. I noticed with a sudden flushed face that even my areola was distinct by colour and a nipple poked through my sari, making it more prominent. It may have been for five minutes but it felt like an hour, as I sat there without my stole. They were stunned, silent, and then our host, mother of the birthday boy entered into the room. She may have been surprised by the complete silence in the room but when she glanced towards me, she might have grasped the reason. She came to me and nudged my arm. I looked at her and our eyes met, she smiled and said, "Anita, you may catch cold. Wear your stole." I answered her, "Yes," but it was not audible even to me and I put on the stole. Soon the room came back to normalcy with sounds of chatting starting again but I could not follow what they were talking about. I looked at Ushadi and found her smiling at me. I could hear only my heartbeat then and it was so fast, as if I ran about a mile. Turning my head from Ushadi, I glanced at the other ladies, seated opposite from us and found them still looking at me in a kind of disbelief, but talking among themselves. I knew they had seen my breasts clearly and though my face was still red and burning, I felt excited. My nipples were still hard and moistness crept into between my thighs. Ushadi held my hand briefly as if to assure or encourage me as I whispered to her, "Thanks." She insisted and provided me such an opportunity. I did not know how I passed those moments but then I said, "Mind leaving now?" She nodded. I did not look at those ladies while coming out from that room and the host, mom of the birthday boy accompanied us. Husband of the lady joined, while we were leaving and Ushadi talked to him. As we reached their gate, the host lady held my hand and leaned into me whispering, "Anita, you look so sexy in your sari and your breasts are so beautiful!" It was another spurt of redness that covered my face, as I tried to put a smile. She winked and smiled back with, "Thank you." Elina, Ushadi's daughter came out from the house and we took leave from them, bidding goodnight. We had spent about two hours there, and on way back we walked silently. On reaching their home, Ushadi gave the door keys to Elina. She waved me 'bye' and went in. Ushadi was smiling again and I told her that I would return her stole the next day. She hugged me and said, "Brave girl! We'll do it again, soon. Love you." **************************************************************** Ushadi could not still believe what they did in the birthday party! I had almost goaded Anita to do it. The gathering was small and most of them, present there were known to me. A sari-clad young woman from the hills, attending the birthday party in our locality is not common but none would have thought that she was not wearing a bra inside with such a flimsy sari. She looked hot in her orange chiffon and drew the attention of all in the room. They were asking me who she was and how I came to know her. I told them that she was new and recently joined our office. I knew she would not understand our conversation and told them that she was engaged with a local boy. Since it was not cold, one of them asked me as to why we wore stoles and on taking the opportunity, I removed my stole. I knew Anita would have to do the same. I was wondering about their reactions. How they would take it when they come to know that she was not wearing a bra. She was nervous and refused to remove her stole and I had to pinch her twice to remind her. And then, she did! Wow, her breasts were very clear with such a transparent sari-blouse and under the bright lights of the room. They were spell bound and watched in disbelief ups and downs of breasts with her heavy breaths. When our hostess entered the room, she was shocked to watch such blatant show. She was all in smiles and surely liked what she saw. Anita did not say no, when I asked her to remove her bra and she might have enjoyed it too! She was so sweet and brave and I promised her that we would do it again. ************************************************************* Leaving her house, as Anita walked towards home, her pounding, thudding heartbeats slowed down but mixed feelings of guilt, shame and fear engulfed her as she was engrossed in thinking; I never dared something so weird but wetness between thighs reminded how excited I was! On reaching my home and entering my room, I took off the stole as I wanted to know how revealing it was. I took off my sari, throwing it on the floor, switched on all the lights in the room and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing table. The blouse fit perfectly, cupping my breasts almost like a second skin and the sheerness of the chiffon exposed them in such detail that even the difference in skin tone of my areola was distinct through the blouse. They were perky even without a bra and nipples erupted through the blouse, and they had seen it all. I recalled the scene, the faces of the women in the room; their spellbound look, as they looked directly at my breasts in disbelief and did not even bother to shift their eyes when I looked at them. My knees weakened as I thought about them, feeling again the weird excitement and moving backwards, I sat on the bed. I could still see myself in the mirror, which was kept opposite to my bed. I cupped my breasts through that sheer blouse, wondering, did they like what they saw? Did they feel jealous or long to see more, my bare breasts? As I pressed on them, they responded by craving for more and I continued pressing, enjoying the sensation, and I closed my eyes. Just at that moment, someone knocked and pushed gently on the door, opening it half way. I did not latch it from the inside and I saw my landlady standing outside the door, almost entering into my room. I jilted, trying to gather my sari from the floor and in a kind of shock, she pulled the door hurriedly, saying "Sorry." I shouted, "Oh no, Auntie, please come in." Quickly gathering the sari, I wrapped it over my body and rushed towards the door. She was leaving but turned back, and on seeing me at the door, she came back and entered my room. She said, "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but I just wanted to say that a guy came in the evening and he was asking about you." She was looking at the disarrayed condition of my sari and eyeing up my half nakedness with a faint smile. I could just loosely wrap the sari and most of it was gathered near my chest. "Did he leave any message for me or his name?" I asked her. She replied, "I came out when I heard someone knocking at your door and found him. I told him to come afterwards but didn't ask his name or anything. Sorry." She was standing and I requested her to be seated. She sat on the only sofa in the room. Trying to sound composed, I asked her, "How does he look?" She grinned and asked, "Oh, he's young and handsome. Is he your boyfriend?" I replied with blush, "Nah, I don't have any." She smirked, "Really? You have no reason for not having any boyfriend. I had lots at your age." She was fifty-nine or sixty but looked like fifty-two or fifty-three and gorgeous even at that age. Surely she charmed many in her youth. Moving towards the bathroom, I asked her, "Would you mind sitting five minutes? I'll just change my dress." She stood up from the sofa and said, "Oh no, please carry on what you're doing. I have to go." She winked and grinned before leaving. Hot flush reddened my face as I followed her to close the door. Did she notice what I was doing? Oh my God, what did she think of me! On latching the door, I removed my sari-blouse and moved to the bathroom. I took off my blouse and petticoat and put on a maxi. Maxi is like housecoat, a loose fitting robe and comfortable to wear at home. After brushing my teeth, I washed my face with cleanser, hands and legs with soap and then dried with a towel. I put moisturizer on my face, hands, and legs and removed my panties, as I do not wear underwear while going to bed. My mind was wandering to the eventful evening and the whole thing was constantly turning me on. But cold water had a calming effect. I switched off the light, except the night lamp as I cannot sleep in dark room. I lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket up over me, but I was not sleepy. Happenings of the evening were coming in flashbacks, making me more restless. It came to me with lots of distortions, like a dream but I was wide awake. Ushadi asked me to bare my boobs as we were seated in the room among other ladies. The ladies in room waited in eager anticipation and I downed my gaze as I could not look at them and meet their eyes. She nudged me, as I did not listen to her and the hostess standing next to my seat was smiling as she bent down towards me. I raised my gaze, and as our eyes met, she was still smiling, and she placed her hand on my back and expertly unhooked the buttons and pulled off my blouse, revealing my bare breasts in front of them. I sat numb; looking at my feet and it seemed like hours. As I raised eyes, I found those ladies in the room, bent forward and looking at my bare breasts intently. I turned to Ushadi, as if she was my savior but her eyes were sparkling with a smile. She put her hand on my back and pushed forward, making them tauter. Oh my God, the dream made me so wet and I could not resist the urge to touch myself. As I continued touching, deeper and faster, it ended in a blissful cum, and exasperated, I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning with the sound of chirping birds. Every morning, a couple of birds used to come and sit on the backside window of my room, chirping merrily and I used to open my eyes with their chirpings. Sunrays peeped into the room, but feeling lazy, I preferred to lie down for some more. I felt refreshed from the sound sleep. Usually, I wake up at 7 am, after visiting the loo and taking a glass of water on an empty stomach, I do yoga and some free hand exercises for an hour. Thereafter, I had to make tea and a light breakfast for myself and then around 8 am, I start cooking the meal for the day. Overcoming laziness, I got up from the bed early and followed my daily schedule. As I was filling water for tea, happenings of last night came back to my mind. My sari and blouse were unkempt, lying in a corner, on floor and on folding those; I put them in the cupboard. As a guilty feeling engulfed me, I started thinking. I trusted her so much, followed whatever she said, and she took advantage. Why she did that to me? She wanted to show me before her neighbors. She wanted me to like Paul. Why should I listen to her? She only told me before that Paul was bad, but she had changed her opinion about Paul. Why? Paul must have flattered her enough. How did Paul manage her? He was such a sweet talker! I would not listen to her again, never! [To be continued] Exploring Anita Pt. 02 Chapter Five - Local tours Anita As usual for a Saturday morning, I was getting ready to go to my parents for the weekend. I was almost done with my makeup, and was applying lipstick in front of the mirror when I heard the sound of a bike stopping nearby. The sound of the bike was distinctly of an Enfield Bullet and intuitively, I thought of Paul. It could not be Paul; others could have the same bike. I pacified myself but could not resist verifying and rushed to the window of my room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him standing at the gate, looking at the same open window to where I rushed. As our eyes met, I waved, asking him to wait there. I chuckled as I checked myself in the mirror, not bad in a green sari; on coming out and locking the room, I walked to the front gate. I got his mesmerized look. "Good morning. How do you know, we're going out?" "What do you mean? I'm going to my parents."I smiled. "Oh, I see." He looked disheartened and continued with a pause, "I thought we could go somewhere else." It surprised me. "Really? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" "Well, I didn't plan it but thought that being local, I should show you some good places here," he answered. Wondering about his girlfriends, I felt flattered that he thought of me, and cared enough to show me places and obviously provide me with a ride on his bike. "Oh, Paul, you should have thought that till we were in the office. Anyway thanks for your offer and if you don't mind, would you please drop me at the bus terminus?" He did not listen to me fully, but rather spoke about a beautiful lake nearby and ended in asking me, "Do you have to go early? You could start in the afternoon also." I had heard about the lake, famous for its scenic beauty and not very far. He told me it would not take much time and we could come back by three in the afternoon. I was in two minds as reaching home early was not a priority and riding his bike was always thrilling for me. I agreed, "Ok, since you insist, let us go to the lake first but you have to drop me at the bus terminus on the way back." "Much better, please hop on," he indicted towards the pillion of his bike. I could not skip the chance of teasing, "Are not you scared of your girlfriends? They may break your legs if they see me on your bike." I laughed. "Don't worry silly, I don't have any such girlfriend, except maybe you." He winked. I feigned surprise, "Oh, really? I never knew that! Did you propose to me? Maybe in your dream?" I laughed. "Since when am I your girlfriend?" "Stop teasing, I did that just now." He appeared shy. I laughed and rolled my eyes, "No, Paul, I deserve much better than that! Come on to your knees, Paul!" "Madam, you said you have to go home this afternoon and we are losing time now," he answered. I sat on the pillion and he started the engine. I liked riding his bike, especially with Paul and the manly bike he rides. Scared of falling, he did not have to ask me to hold him tightly but he did warn me before speeding up when we reached the outskirts of town. My clutch from behind turned so that I was hugging him from behind. After riding about half an hour, on reaching an unpaved, bumpy road, I did literally press myself on his back, securing him tightly. He had experience with his girlfriends and surely knew how to make them clutch him. I clutched him more out of panic but instinctively felt he enjoyed it and it may be the real reason for taking me on a ride. The huge lake was fed by a small rivulet, and was surrounded by lush manmade greenery, flowers, and tall trees with cement benches kept under the leafy branches. Nature always soothed tensed nerves. Forgetting the panicky ride, I felt happy for being amidst nature and instantly thanked him for bringing me there. Holding my hand, he was smiling and told me, "Let us walk and I'll show you a mermaid." Leaning against him, I enquired, "Really?" And he nodded his head, "Yes." From the entrance at the west side, we walked through the road surrounding the lake, reaching north east, where the lake was a little protruded but invisible all along from the other end. A beautiful statue of a mermaid, made of white marble, was kept on a small island inside the lake. I spotted an empty bench, kept under a big tree and asked him, "May we sit there?" He nodded again. Sitting on the bench, maybe inadvertently, I leaned my head against his arm, must be an effect of the serenity of the place. The place where we were seated was secluded, hidden from view from the road. We sat a while in silence, soaking in the peacefulness of the place and I broke the silence asking him about his life. He did not answer for a while but started with losing his father at a tender age, struggles his mom had while raising him single handedly, his growing up and achievements. Lost in his story, he looked so tender. To bring him back into reality, I asked him about his girlfriends. He looked at me and smiled. "No girlfriends, just friends." I told him nonchalantly, "Stop lying and tell me honestly." Breaking our gaze, he took my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Would you mind to be my girlfriend?" Drawing my hand back, I mocked him, "I do not want to be beaten by your ex." He responded, "Silly girl." I got proposals in my college days but nothing serious and as usual, they did not last. I wanted to believe in him but was not sure about his true feelings and I wanted to be sure before committing to anything serious. At the same time, I felt he was speaking from his heart. He asked me, "Do you have anyone special in your life?" I nodded, "Yes, my dad and my mommy." He smiled and I did not know what to think when he took my hand in his palm, playing with my fingers. I sat silently, leaning against his shoulder; engrossed and enjoying the view. He turned and placed his lips on mine, kissing me slowly. It was so natural that I closed my eyes and did not know how long it lasted. He hugged me and I felt so safe in his arms. My face fell on his chest and his mild cologne filled my senses. Slowly his hand moved up, leaving my hand on his lap, and reached my breasts. I felt his caressing fingers, moving over my breasts, and maybe since they did not cuddled for long, wanted for more and I sighed on his chest. As they longed for his touches, I could not protest and his light caressing fingers soon started pressing on my boobs. My hand moved slightly, maybe without my knowledge, grasping his hardness. He started kissing me again while he struggled to put his fingers through the openings between the buttons of my blouse, inside my bra, touching my bare skin. Our kiss turned passionate while I held his hard dick. He pulled down the zipper of his pants, taking out his manhood, as my fingers gripped him, covering half of the lively dick. Oblivious of where and with whom, keeping my eyes shut, I concentrated on kissing and feeling the beast in my hand. He was fondling my breasts, moving from one to another, pinching my nipples, harder with passing time. Oh my God, I loved the feeling so much! I could not hold his full length and maybe out of a natural response, my fingers were moving along it, up and down. He sucked on my tongue continually and soon hot fluid filled my fingers. He stopped sucking and broke the kiss. Opening my eyes instantly, I pulled myself away from his arms and looked at my fingers, still holding his hard dick. My small fingers were covered with his juice and I almost jolted out my hand from his dick. He continued to press my breasts till he stopped and then pulled his hand out from my blouse. I sat there with my face down as he wiped my fingers with his handkerchief. I was in shock when he lifted my face up and gave a short kiss on my lips. I was unable to speak or resist anything. He got up from the bench, lifted me by the hand and we started walking silently side by side. We exited the lake area and reached the entrance, where his bike was parked. He started his bike as I sat at his back, it was 4:30 pm by then. On the way back, he stopped for fuel at a filling station, as we stood in a queue waiting for turn, a small car came and stopped behind us. A cold chill passed through my body, as I turned back, looking inside the car! It happens, what you fear the most. Ushadi was in the backseat of the car with some ladies and children! As she met my gaze, I felt like a deer under the spotlight. I hurried to put a wry smile but Paul started the bike since it was filled by then. I asked him, "Did you notice who was in the car behind us?" "Nope, who was it?" he enquired back. "Ushadi," I responded. He did not believe me, "Are you kidding?" "No way, she was in the car behind us at the fuel station." "Oh my God, how on earth she could be here?" he said, surprised. I did not answer and he continued, "Are you sure, it was her?" "Yes Paul, believe me, it was her in the car." "OK, don't worry; she's not going to kill you! Can't we roam together? We've nothing to hide." He tried to reason with and pacify me. Ushadi It was accidental and surprising to see them together on Saturday afternoon. In fact she told me on the previous day that she would be visiting her parents on weekends. What a lie! They roamed together on weekends but she did not bother to tell me, even after seeing them at a fuel station far off! I never imagined that they would progress so fast! They invented a clever ploy to deflect attention; at the office, they're not talking to each other, probably they wanted to keep their relationship a secret. Paul would often come to my desk, on any pretext, and sit on a chair in front of my desk and chat with me for awhile. Anita had her desk next to mine, on my right, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Whenever I caught him off guard, checking her out and smiling, he would flatter me with an ingenious smile. I did not tell her anything, why should I, when she was not forthcoming and preferred to keep secrets from me. He asked me, gesturing towards Anita, "Would you mind passing notes to her?" "What notes?" I asked him. "Err... just small notes for her," he replied. I smiled. "Paul, she is an innocent young woman from the hills, don't try to spoil her." Apprehending seriousness, he answered, "I won't, never. You can trust me." Trying not to be serious, I quipped in a lighter tone, "I know you like her but what would happen to your girlfriends?" I laughed. He too laughed. "Didi [elder sis], you never miss a chance to pull my leg." "Ok bro, I'll deliver your love notes, my pleasure." I winked. He laughed and left my desk. He handed me a note on the next day; suddenly coming to my desk, dropping a small, folded piece of paper on my desk, before hurriedly getting back to his desk. I picked it up, put it in my purse and smiled at him, as he looked at me. While going back home after work, walking with Anita, I handed over the note. "It's for you." She took the folded paper and read it while walking. "Missing your touches, baby! Make it on Friday?" I read that and knew what was written there and decided to confront her. "What's that, Anita? Where're you touching him?" She remained silent, face down while we walked side by side. I asked her again sternly, "Don't you think I should know?" "Actually, I wanted to tell you, but could not." She did not complete her reply. "What, you wanted to tell me? Where did he touch you, tell me?" She got my exasperation. "We went out on last Saturday. He took me to the lake," she said in low tone. "And, what happened there? I know it; you had seen me at fuel station." "Yes, I couldn't talk to you there since he started the bike, the moment I saw you there," she explained. "Anita, you're not telling me what happened, where he touched you. Don't you think it is necessary for me to know all about you? You remember, your dad told me to take care of you?" I must have sounded hoarse. "Yes, I remember and you should know," her tone lowered. "What should I know? Where did he touch? Did he touch your boobs?" I enquired, getting bolder from her tone and response. I wanted to hear it from her. She nodded. "Oh my God, you let him do that? What else did he do? Suck your boobs?" She shook head, "No." "Did he touch your pussy?" She shook head again. "Did you touch his dick?" I asked explicitly. She nodded silently. "Now, never ever hide anything from me. You have to tell me everything in detail," I said sternly. She nodded again, "Ok." We walked silently for a while and on reaching the corner, from where we had to part ways, I turned to take the road towards my home without the usual "Goodnight." She should know that I didn't like her hiding facts from me. Anita I made a huge mistake by not telling Ushadi. I had no one to talk to about such things and she did not discourage me from meeting Paul, as I apprehended. Paul did not talk to me at the office. We decided not to talk at the office, though sometimes we exchanged smiles and glances. Paul had made it a habit to pass me notes through Ushadi, writing crazy things about me and I knew she read all those notes before passing them to me. Paul did not know that she read all his notes. It did not bother me, since I thought, she should know. She made me promise that I would not hide anything from her since she was like my mentor and local guardian and I had to confess to her every detail. She appeared to be happy about us and even encouraged me about Paul. I told Paul how Ushadi helped me since the beginning. He was respectful about her, but he was very casual about her. Once he asked me to get up from my chair and walk, since he wanted to see my butt, swaying for him. I giggled while I read that and complied by leaving for the washroom. When I came back, Ushadi was smiling. Leaning towards me, she whispered, "Nice show but you should have swayed more." I blushed, she read that note. Chapter Six The assault It was Saturday again; we headed for a nearby tea estate. I clutched Paul tightly from the pillion as he accelerated, reaching the outskirts of town. He did not know that I had been to tea estates before but that was in the hills. I readily agreed, when he asked me to visit a tea estate, thinking we would get a chance to get closer. I loved the feeling of hugging him tightly from the back and he asked for that all the time but it was not possible while we were in town, passing through crowded streets. He was surely naughty but I felt safe since he never crossed the limit, and stopped whenever I asked him to, making him more adorable. Three feet high tea plants with intermittent shade trees in the tea estate looked like a huge, lush green carpet, spread from one end to another, as far as I could see. I knew about shade trees from my previous visit to the tea estate in hills; thirty - forty feet tall, leafy trees, meant for shading tender tea plants in the scorching summer, spread all over the plantation area are called shade trees. We went deep inside the plantation area, about three - four kilometers from the main road, riding his bike through a narrow strip of walk - able road, used by tea workers and we did not come across anyone else while entered. Paul took a left turn, crossing another road, leaving the road we entered and stopped in a few yards from the crossing. Tea bushes surrounded us completely and on parking his bike on the road, he sat on the grass under a shade tree. It appeared no one, except the two of us, existed; the place was mesmerizing, calm and silent except the distant sound of chirping birds. Paul was pulling my hand and asking me to sit. Leaning my back against the shade tree, I sat before him, took off my high heels and stretched my legs. My green sari - blouse, although a few shades lighter but matched with the dark green tea bushes. I bent my toes and fingers a few times and taking my feet on his lap, he started massaging. While enjoying the feet massage, I closed my eyes and the pallu of my sari slipped down from my chest. I opened my eyes and found him looking at my boobs. I smiled at him. "Hey, what's wrong?" Without moving his gaze, he answered, "Nothing, you are perfect." He was fascinated about my boobs and I knew they were perfect. Moving closer, he kissed me on the lips. Knowing very well how to turn me on, his fingers grasped my left breast and he said, "Please let me see them in the open." I asked him with an encouraging smile, "Do you really want to see?" He almost begged, "Yes, please." I got up and untied my sari then unhooked my blouse and bra. I stood in front of him, wearing just my petticoat then turned around slowly, letting him watch from every angle. He looked captivated and was barely audible when he said, "Yours are the prettiest." I asked him mockingly, "Better than your girlfriends?" "Yes, most beautiful," he replied. I knew he must have seen many and unwittingly admitted. I stood there topless but heard voices and saw some men far away, coming from the opposite end from where we entered. I ducked quickly, trying to gather my scattered sari - blouse and said to him, "Let us leave fast." But by then he stood up to check on them and told me, "We cannot, they're very near, coming on cycles." I was nervous and shaking, missing hooks as I hurriedly tried to clasp my bra and button my blouse. While he watched me, he said, "Better try to hide in the trench." There was a trench of three - four feet deep running beside the tree where we sat and it was covered with dry leaves. I crawled into the trench, taking my untied sari - blouse and he followed me by crawling. I lay down on my back, facing the sky, inside the trench on a soft cushion of dry leaves, covered with my sari and he spread dry leaves over my sari. Oh my God, I was trembling in panic, as he spread heaps of leaves on me. I could not see anything but could hear those voices coming closer. He was no more near to me, when I heard them shout, "Hey man, who are you? Why are you sitting here?" I heard him reply nervously, "Just passing through and taking a rest here." They were not convinced with his answer. "Where were you going? The road leads to nowhere and don't you know this is private property? Who allowed you to come in here?" They could be four - five men; employees of the tea estate. My throat dried suddenly, thinking what would happen in case they discovered me hiding there and praying to God for help. They shouted again, "You have to leave immediately unless you want to be in trouble." "Ok, I'll leave no problem guys." I heard him say before I heard the sound of his bike engine. I sighed in relief, hearing the sound of his bike moving far away as the voices of those men faded out. I knew Paul would come back in awhile to pick me up and was cherishing his ingenuity. Preferring to be safe, I decided to wait, hiding under the leaves for his return but then something crawled across my tummy. Fearing it may be some insect, I tried to push it off. The crawling did stop but I had incidentally removed the cover of dry leaves. There was absolute silence and I sat up to remake the cover of dry leaves on me. I gathered some dry leaves lying aside and when I looked forward, I found some men and women, beyond the crossing of the two roads, walking on the road passing beside me and coming towards me. Quickly, lying down, I spread my sari on me and grabbing dry leaves covered my sari. As I heard their voices coming nearer, my heartbeats ran faster, hoping they would not notice or be able to see me while they crossed. After awhile, I heard a loud shriek followed by the pounding of fast footsteps rushing towards me. Oh my God, what should I do! I could not make out what they saw to rush towards me but decided to lay down there without moving, praying fervently not to be blown out of cover, with each moment passing like hours. Exploring Anita Pt. 02 They were talking among themselves, which I could not follow; suddenly someone dragged my sari, which I used to cover myself. The cover of dry foliage over the green sari might have broken; making it visible but the pull blew up the cover, uncovering the upper part of my body. I lay there still, keeping my eyes closed, trying to gather my thoughts, trying to think of what to do next, as a red light filtered into my closed eyes. They turned speechless, maybe shocked in discovering a body of a half - naked woman, hidden under dry leaves. Maybe feigning dead would be good, wishful thinking as a sudden splash of water opened my eyes in reflex. Two men and two women, appearing like tea laborers, were looking at me in disbelieve. One of the two women, holding a bottle of water, looking concerned had squatted beside me and she asked, leaning towards me, "Are you ok?" I sprang to sit, grasping my sari, lying on dry leaves, covered myself and nodded my head, saying faintly, "Yes." "What happened, you fainted? Did someone hurt you?" she asked. I could not answer any of her queries. She was examining me closely; my silence, my appearance but I did not know what to tell her. She stood up and pulled my hand. "Get up." I tried to stand up on the soft cushion of dry leaves but lost my balance and the woman held my arm for help. My blouse and bra were lying on the heap of dry leaves and the woman picked them up. "What happened to you?" she asked again, circling me, maybe looking for an injury while the others, stood there silently, watching me. I could not answer her question and the passing moments felt like hours. I could not cover myself well and with their prying looks, I almost cringed. One of the two men came forward, looking at the exposed parts of my boobs and stretched out his hand to touch me, but the woman pushed it aside and shouted, "No." She pulled my hand and said, "Come with me." She pulled me towards the tea bushes. I followed her, trying to wrap my sari around myself, since she was carrying my blouse and bra. Walking behind her, through the tea bushes, for two - three minutes before we reached a vacant spot inside the bushes. She stopped and said, "Sit down here, no one can see you." I sat down and she too sat in front of me. She did not look concerned anymore as she asked, looking into my eyes, in a coarse voice, "Who was it, your boyfriend?" I did not answer and she asked me, "Don't lie to me. You two were making fun and on seeing us, he hid somewhere like you, isn't that right? Tell me the truth!"she shouted. Such rudeness from such a poor tea worker was astonishing but my plight was not conducive to protest and so I nodded, "Yes." "Where is he? Where has he gone to hide?" she retorted. "I don't know." I replied but she did not look convinced with my answer. "Stop playing games with me. You're lying naked and he must be the same too, where is he?" her tone turned coarser. "I wasn't naked," I replied meekly, but she looked angry with my reply. She pulled the sari from my and looked intently. "Did he bite you here?" She touched my right breast, under the nipple. Cringing under her touch, I tilted backward. "Nope." But she did not let go and squeezed my breast while she asked, "Really?" It could be worse. I looked at her timidly while she continued squeezing. I sat there with folded knees, lifting the lower part of the petticoat from my feet and throwing it over my thighs. "Oh, you're wearing a petticoat!" she exclaimed. "Why? He didn't have time to remove that? What're you hiding?" My panties must have been visible as she glanced down and exclaimed, "Wow, pink panties." She ran her fingers over my panties. "Are they still wet? Did he cum inside?" Pushing my panties aside, her fingers touched my pussy and I almost shouted, "No." "Why did you shout? Should I call my man to complete it?" She hissed as her taut fingers dug in my pussy. "No, please," I kept my voice low, as much as I could. "Oh, you're wet, you're lying to me." She was engrossed inside and missed her hoarse tone while she replied casually. By the time the second woman reached the spot, maybe to check on what was going on and from the sight, she might have understood my plight. She smiled at me as she sat beside her. "May I have one?" She chuckled. The first woman answered, "Yes, she's ripe and wet." The second woman did not lose time. She leaned towards me, put her mouth on my breast, and sucked while the first woman was busy delving into my pussy. I was in total shock, not knowing what to do, but my body responded by stretching my knees open, letting her reach deeper. Then I heard the sound of his bike and I almost cried out in delirium, "He is coming." "Oh, what?" They too had heard the sound of his bike. She withdrew her fingers and the other woman left my breast gingerly, leaving a glossy mark of saliva. "Cover them," the first woman said as she handed me my bra and blouse. "If you tell him anything, you two won't get back home," she warned. I nodded quickly while I put on my bra and blouse. As I stood up to wrap the sari, I could see Paul, taking the turn on his bike at the crossing of the road. Then he stopped beside the two men, standing there. As his back was towards me, he could not see me and he was talking to those two men while I shouted, "Paul, I'm here." The two women stood beside me by then and he looked back to us. I shouted again, "Wait, I'm coming there." I almost ran towards him. The first woman reminded me again while they came behind, "If you say anything, you two will not make it out." Her fingers still squeezed my butt and I told her, "I'll not tell him, don't worry." As we reached the men, the first woman told Paul, "We found her in a senseless condition and we were assisting her." She smiled at him. Paul was looking worried and told her, "Thank you for helping." By the time Paul started his bike, I was sitting on the pillion and I told him, "Let us leave now. We're late." Those two women were smiling while we were leaving. I could still feel her taut finger inside my pussy as she rubbed me thoroughly. Evening was setting in and I was wishing to leave the place, to escape from the tea plantation as early as possible. I hugged him tightly, as he drove along the bumpy road. Chapter Seven - Learning Language I had never been as scared in all my life as I was on that afternoon at the tea estate, but fortunately it did not leave any lasting impressions on my psyche and I was able to forget it as a bad dream by the following week. I did not disclose it to anyone, not even to Paul or Ushadi. I wanted to learn the language of the plains, the language of Paul. Though I understood a little bit, I was not able to make out words if someone was speaking fast. My landlady, whom I called "Auntie," was impressed with my progress in their language and she offered to help me. She was about 60, but looked younger. Her husband looked much older than her but that could be due to his bypass heart surgery. Their only son was working with a big multinational company and living elsewhere in a big city. "Auntie," being a lady from plains, could be a great tutor for me but our timings mismatched. On weekdays, I had some spare time after office hours, in the evening, before cooking dinner but her husband used to take drinks in the evening, watching TV together. I did not want to intrude in their family hours. The only chance to learn from her was on weekends, after lunch hours, when she used to go on the roof of their two storied building to soak in some sunrays in winter. She asked me to join her at the roof for learning the language and I agreed since I stopped going to my parents for the weekend, like in the past. She was trying to teach me in an informal way without any books, pen or paper. I asked the meaning of some words, which I heard but did not know what they meant and she told me the meaning of those words. Sometimes she would give me sentences used in day to day conversations, explain their meanings and ask me to practice by speaking those sentences. But while giving lessons, she always made sure her bottles of pickles got enough sunrays on the roof. Besides me, they had other tenants, families residing on the ground and first floors of the building and the tenant ladies used the roof for drying their clothes, under the sun. Sometimes, Auntie would make me converse with them, practicing. For me, it was the only way of learning the language and when I had no pre - fixed programme with Paul, I never wanted to miss those rooftop sessions. I avoided Auntie since the night she saw me in my room in an awkward position and felt shy to meet her, but being it a Saturday, decided to go on the roof. She was already on the roof and I found her applying body oil under the sun. She smiled and said, "Hey, it's been a long time. You must've learnt a lot from your boyfriend by now!" "No, Auntie, I don't have any boyfriend," I quipped. "Oh, my poor girl! That's the reason for going solo?" she asked me. "No problem, sweetie, I'll teach you a lot." She winked. "Sit there on the mat." Sitting in front of her, crossing my legs, I obeyed, "Yes, Auntie." After exchanging some pleasantries, she gave me one sentence, explained its meaning and asked me to practice. I practiced by saying the sentence a few times and she corrected my wrong pronunciations. We progressed on to another sentence and it went on for about an hour. She finished applying body oil by that time and withdrawing her stretched legs, asked me, "Why don't you stretch your legs now? I'm done." We sat face to face, at opposite ends of the mat. She sat on my right side and the afternoon sunrays splashed over her back onto my face. I uncrossed my legs, stretched them towards her and said, "Ok." I was wearing a maxi, a loose dress like housecoat, worn at home and on stretching my legs, the lower end of the maxi came up to my knee level. Her eyes fell and fixed on my legs instantly. "Wow, you got nice legs, sweetie! Why do you always keep them covered? They need sunrays, it's full with vitamin E, you know?" I laughed as I corrected her, "It is vitamin D, Auntie, not E." "Oh, you know that! Do you know it's good to apply oil on your body? Have you ever got your feet massaged with oil?" she enquired. I shook my head, "No." "Come on, I'll massage your legs," she said. "Oh, no, Auntie! No need to massage my legs. I can do that, maybe tomorrow, before my bath." "No, not before a bath. You need to wait for awhile so that the skin absorbs the oil," she countered me. "Come on, you're never so shy! My fingers are oily and I can do better than you." She winked. Oh, she was hitting on me again about the night she saw me in my room and my face reddened again. Without waiting for my answer, she poured oil on her palm, came closer towards me to reach for my legs and started with my feet, massaging gently and told me, "It'll be good for you. Your fine skin will glow even more." As she continued, her hands reached over my calf muscle. She asked me, "Do you bleach?" "Nope," I answered. "Really? What do you do? Your skin is so smooth and no hair!" she enquired. "I don't do anything," I replied. "On my, my! You've no body hair? Not even on your armpits?" she asked again. "Nope, I'm naturally like this," I answered. "You're different since you're from the hills. All girls from the hills do not have body hair? Not even down there?" she indicated between my thighs. "I don't know." I felt shy in replying to her. "Oh you're shy." She grinned. "Do you have any down there?" she asked again, once more indicating between my thighs. Turning crimson, I answered, "Yes, very few." She grinned again and her face brightened. "So nice, lucky you," she said and corrected herself, "Nah, lucky boyfriend." I turned my face to hide my shyness. She continued, "Miss Pretty, with no hair, should we start with another sentence?" I nodded, "Yes." We started again. She told me a sentence, explained its meaning and asked me to say it again and again. On reaching my knees, she pushed my maxi upward so that it did not get stained, baring my knee and thighs and while I rehearsed those sentences. Her hands reached up to my thighs, massaging and soaking them with body oil. "Why don't you lie down on your back with your knees folded?"She asked. Folding my knees, I replied, "Ok, Auntie." One of the tenant ladies came on to the roof. Upon seeing us there, she smiled and asked Auntie, "How are you doing?" Auntie answered, "Fine. You see, I'm oiling Anita now." We broke into a laugh and she moved to the opposite end of the roof to gather her dried clothes. As I resumed rehearsing sentences, lying at my back with folded knees, her fingers constantly moved downwards on the backside of my thighs. I felt awkward while I found her looking at my thighs intently, since my knees were folded and parted, my panties might have come into her view. I felt very uncomfortable when the tenant lady finished collecting her dried clothes and turned to us. She was standing behind Auntie and she also could see my panties. I tried to obstruct her view, by joining my knees but Auntie kept parting them in order to reach my inner thighs. From the surprised look in her eyes, it was clear to me, what the tenant lady had seen. She smiled at me, when our eyes met. By then, Auntie's oil soaked fingers reached near my thigh joint, her fingers gliding over my mound, even brushed my pussy a few times. It was so wrong, I felt my panties getting soaked with oil but I could not stop Auntie, as she was massaging and intently looking there with glitter in her eyes. I was hesitant but compelled to ask her, "Auntie, would you do my arms now?" She answered, "Sure but be patient, girl. I'll do all over. It will be good for your skin." Stretching my legs straight, I sat up in front of Auntie, so that she could reach my arms. The tenant lady with dried clothes in hand, stood behind Auntie, clearly to watch and when I looked at her, found her smiling at me. By that time, Auntie was rubbing her hands, pouring oil from the bottle and said, "No, you have to lie down again." I had no option but to follow and I lay down again, facing the afternoon sky but what she did was more treacherous. She lifted my maxi up to my tummy, baring my panties. Her fingers moved to my tummy, massaging lightly in a circular motion. Auntie could not see the tenant lady but from the shadow falling over her shoulder, on the mat, she knew that the tenant lady was standing at her back, watching the massage and she told her, "See, how different her skin is from ours? Oil makes it tender and it'll glow more." As I was lying on my back with my face up and both of them were in front of me, I could see them both. The tenant lady broke into a mischievous smile. "Yeah, very different and it would be good for her." Auntie was still in language teaching mode, as she said, "Name the part I'm massaging now." I nodded, "Ok." Auntie touched and briefly massaged my shoulder, arms, toes, legs and I named them in the language of the plains people. When I got the word wrong, the tenant lady corrected me and on coming to my left, she sat down on the roof. Auntie reached my belly button and asked, "What's this?" I faltered and the tenant lady named it but she put finger on my belly button. Auntie pushed up my maxi further, exposing the lower half of my bra. Shutting my eyes, I thought she would not ask me anymore or complicated ones but her fingers reached a little bit inside my bra. I knew the name and opened my eyes to check whether she asked me but found the tenant lady watching intently with a smile on her face. I said to Auntie, "I'm done now and maybe we can do this again next time." She asked me, "Why? Don't you think it's good for you? Let me put this oil on your whole body." I could not say anything while she pulled up my maxi, covering my face, exposing my full bra. It was sort of a relief to me, at least I did not have to see the mischievous smile of the tenant lady or what Auntie was doing to me. There was a little pause in the massage and then her fingers came inside my bra from the top side. Her heavily wet fingers massaged oil in a circular motion, around my breasts and nipples. Auntie asked me, "What's its name, Anita?" I answered correctly. I heard giggles from the tenant lady. "Oh she knows it." She lightly massaged my neck but came downward, pressing my breasts again and told me, "Now your boyfriend will like your boobs more." The tenant lady protested, "But we cannot see them yet." Auntie chuckled, "Oh, you want to see her boobs?" She pulled up my bra, showing my breasts. "Are they not lovely?" Auntie asked. The tenant lady replied, "Yeah, beautiful indeed." My face reddened, not from the sunrays. But at the same time, I liked the compliments, my nipples hardened from the massage and I felt wetness creeping in. Auntie told me, "Turn over now." Auntie massaged all over my back, even lowered my panties so she could rub my buttocks. When she finished massaging, she told me, "I'm done for today, maybe more can be done next time but you need to lie on your back now." I turned back and pulled down my maxi, covering my body and legs. But Auntie resisted, "Let your skin get some good sun, don't cover up completely." I covered till my knees. As my eyes adjusted, I found them smiling. The tenant lady asked me, "Did you like the massage?" I nodded, "Yes." She told Auntie, in a hushed voice, "She is so sexy!" Auntie responded, breaking into laugh, "You bet, if I had a dick, I would have done it right here." I felt my cheeks burning and told her, as I stood up, "Auntie, I need to go to the bathroom." She laughed. "Ok, I cannot hold you up then." I fled from the scene to my room. Chapter Eight - Movie Theater I skipped going to work the two days following the weekend and although my absence from the office, for four consecutive days, was refreshing, I missed my job and Paul. Eventually yesterday was the last day of my period, another refreshing thing and Ushadi knew my dates. She turned very intrusive, needing to know every detail and had her reasons; she wanted to know since she would keep Paul away from me on those days. She called me around 2 pm and the landlady sent her maid to inform me. It could not be my parents, I thought while I rushed to take the call, since they never called me in the afternoon. "Hello, who is it?" I asked. "Hey Anita, how are you?" Ushadi was on the other end. "I'm fine Ushadi, how are you?" "I'm fine, you're not on your red letters day anymore and you have to come," she laughed. "Yes, I'll come tomorrow. I am missing the office and you all." I answered. "Yeah, I know, you're missing him for four days," she laughed again and continued, "He's asking for a movie and I know you have no problem today." So far, he never did ask me for a movie and I told her, "Today? It's 2:10 pm by now!" "Yes, he bought tickets for the evening show and you have to be there around 6 pm," she told me. I told her, "Ok, I'll be there." "Hey, he's insisting for me to come along. I told him, you two go and enjoy but he said he bought three tickets," she said. I had no idea, why he had chosen to invite her but told her, "It's great, please come, I'll have company." She laughed, "As if you need me, not Paul! You'd rather enjoy his company." I protested, "Ushadi, you're getting me wrong, I enjoy your company too." "Really? I never knew," she teased me. "Anyway be there at 6:10 and I'll come with Paul and please wear black today, black sari and blouse but no bra and no panties." Exploring Anita Pt. 02 "What?" I almost shouted but kept my voice down, my landlady and her husband were in the next room. "No bra and no panties?" "Yes, no bra, no panties. You do not need those today," she affirmed casually. "Ok, I'll be there in time but you have to come," I told her. "Ok." She snapped the phone. Ushadi Anita did not come to the office for two days and the disturbed look, irritations, checking his wrist watch again and again, looking at her empty desk made it obvious how much he missed her but he did not ask me about her on Monday. On Tuesday, he could not sit an hour and had to ask me and I took a chance. "Don't you know? She has gone home. Her parents were looking for a suitable groom and one will be coming today to meet them." But I regretted my teasing, since his face turned pale and I laughed off, "She's fine, she'll come to the office tomorrow." His face brightened instantly. "I knew, you would know about her." But that was yesterday and he did not ask me again. Today he said, "Ushadi, I bought three movie tickets for the evening show and you have to come." "Really? You want to go to a movie with me? What'll happen to Anita then?" I laughed off. "Oh, Ushadi, You've to inform her and you'll be coming with us," he answered. "Now, I got it, you need me to inform her. Ok, I'll call her," I said then laughed. He grinned and went back to his desk. I had to reschedule things at home for the movie, my daughter would come back home from tuition around 7 pm and I had to inform my housemaid to be at home till my return. Fortunately, my maid was there when I rang home and she agreed to wait till my return. We reached the movie hall directly from the office, riding on the pillion of his bike. I'm not comfortable with sitting on a bike and clutched his shoulder uneasily, but on the road, I was scared of falling and hugged him from the back. I heard of their local adventures while on his bike from Anita, and as I sat in her place on the bike, I recalled those. Paul is muscular and I felt his solid body while I hugged from the backseat of the bike. She looked ravishing in her black sari, waiting in the lounge of the movie hall. Paul went to park his bike and I went inside the lounge, looking for her. She wore ear rings with hanging teardrop - shaped black stones, with a matching small, black wristwatch, and black high heels and I knew underneath the black blouse and sari, she was not wearing a bar or panties but that was not visible anyway. She smiled on seeing me, "I have been waiting for you for ten minutes." "Waiting for me?" I feigned surprise. "He has gone nuts just in two days." I laughed. Anita smiled shyly and Paul came in. "Hi, where have you been for two days?" he asked. She gave her coy look, "I had a light fever but I'm fine now." Paul looked at his wristwatch, "Just 5 minutes till the start of the movie, let us go in." I nodded, "Yes, let us go in." We had our seats on the first floor balcony of the movie hall. We walked upstairs in the first floor lobby, there were two passages on the right and left end of the lobby, leading to two entrance - cum - exit doors on both sides of the hall and there was another door in the midsection of the lobby, leading to the hall. We entered into the hall from the door at the middle of the lobby. I did not even know or enquire what movie was playing in the hall but on entering, found it almost empty. The left and right doors were connected with a passage and the door through which we entered intersected the passage and went up to the front row of the balcony. We got our seats at the last row in the front section with the passage from right to left just at our back and the passage through which we entered, were three seats away at our left. Paul sat at the extreme left, next was Anita and I sat on her right with no one else in our row or in the front four rows. There were some at the rear section but they were in last two - three rows. After awhile the lights inside dimmed to darkness and advertisements came on the screen. She wore a nice perfume, I failed to recall its name but it was enthralling. Leaning towards me, she asked, "Do you know the title of this movie?" I giggled, "Nope, I don't know. Why?" She too giggled, "Ok, nothing." I whispered in her ear, "Who cares? When it starts, just get busy with Paul." She quipped, looking at me, "You're so silly." I whispered again, leaning to her, "And you are not wearing a bra or panties!" She nodded looking at me, "Yes, you only told me." I slurped and smiled, "You're so sweet." She put her fingers on her lips, "Shh..." "I'm not going to telling anyone but he'll come to know," I told her, giggling. She was looking at the screen and did not answer. As the title rolled across the screen, it confirmed my guess; the movie would be trash and it was the reason for the thin crowd. He might have invited me, thinking to deflate attention from others but with such rows of empty seats, they would not have any problems, I thought. They did not come to watch the movie and trying to concentrate on the movie, I reclined on the seat but could not watch for long since it was a clichéd, awful family drama, besides more interesting things were happening on the next seat over. Without turning my head, I could see from the corner of my eyes, she leaned back on the seat and moved towards Paul, while his hand came over her shoulder. I knew they would progress more since the hall was almost empty, no one sitting nearby and surely they would not mind my presence. His hand lowered, pushing off the pallu of her sari, fingers reached over her right breast, grasped it over the blouse. She turned her face briefly towards me, maybe to check but relieved on finding my eyes straight, on the screen. I could find even small details from the corner of my eyes even in the darkness of the movie hall since the light reflected from the screen was enough and I was seated next to her. Her left hand moved onto his lap and squeezed over his pants, while his hand, trying to make its way through the top of her blouse succeeded to reach inside. I told her not to wear a bra, it surely made it easier for him, she should thank me for that, I thought. She was trying and finally unzipped his pants intermittently, turning her head to look at me. My face straight on screen might have assured her and she took out his dick and held it. Paul was careless about me, as his fingers were delving into her blouse but after awhile, he unhooked the front and opened her blouse, baring her breast. He moved his hand from her shoulder briefly and I could see her breast shining in the white light reflected from the screen. As his hand moved from her shoulder, she rose from her leaned position and on tilting towards me, bended her right shoulder forward. It may have been to make her more accessible or to block my views and it gave me a chance to turn my head a bit. His hand came again, almost touching my face and rested on her right shoulder. Though it was not in my view anymore, from the movements of his arm and her hand, I could make out him fondling her breast and her stroking him. I was getting aroused from the scene and felt wetness between my thighs. I did not like the way she blocked their movements from my view. Feeing desperate, I adjusted my seating position and moved forward and could see it clearly but Anita might have been aware of my change in position and she leaned back on the backrest of her seat. I could see her hands stroking his big dick from the corner of eyes but could not see her. My right hand was on the common hand rest, in between the seats but I kept my left hand on my lap, leaving the hand rest on my left for Anita and her right hand was on the hand rest. Lifting my left hand from my lap, I placed my elbow on the hand rest and it touched her right hand. Startled, she moved her hand from the hand rest and I turned towards her, saying, "Sorry." At the very moment, though engrossed, she glanced and met my eyes and looked at me like a spotted deer. I saw her blouse half open, his hand moving over her right breast but immediately turned back and leaned back against the backrest. She removed her left hand and he also instantly withdrew his hand from her shoulder. It was the last thing in my mind and without looking at them; I picked up her right hand lying on her thigh and placed it on the hand rest, in between us, patting twice on top of her hand, as if to assure her. My position turned much better but I had startled them. Paul sitting a seat away, may not have seen my brief glance but might have withdrawn on getting nudged from her. She pulled her blouse over her open breast and he might have covered his dick and I was blaming myself but soon, she leaned against my shoulder and getting a chance, I murmured in her ear, "Sweetie, carry on, you owe me this." She rubbed her head on my shoulder twice and I could not make out, whether it was yes or a no. I put my hand over back of her hand, lying on the hand rest, scratching it few times, leaned to look at her face but got her ear near my mouth and whispered, "Silly girl, let him do it." I did not get any response from her but was waiting patiently to let it happen again and he might have been restless by the time. His hand reaching straight, pushing aside her blouse bared her right breast again and left, maybe to see it or to get her reaction. She sat still and my hand still over her hand, scratched her to pacify her. She withdrew her hand from the hand rest, putting her back towards me and leaning more on my upper arm, moved forward, stretching her legs towards Paul. She listened to my advice, I thought, since being in a higher position than her; I could see her open breast from top and his dick. Paul could not see my face since I leaned back on the backrest of my seat. Anita stretched her hand and held his dick, engulfing it and Paul pushed aside her blouse to open her left breast. I felt the tinge inside as his hand moved to her tummy and went inside her sari, downwards. Her butt moved up to make him ways and I could see from the swelling in her sari his hand was getting close to reaching the space between her thighs. Oh! She was not wearing panties and he could touch her without hassles, I thought. His fingers reached there, as his hand stopped going down and from the bulges I could make out, his fingers were getting busy. Paul leaned towards her, his face almost on the seat rest, looking down where he concentrated. Up and down, of her breasts heaved faster, severe with her breathing, appalling in abandon, as if asking for attention. Hesitantly, stretching my left hand over her shoulder, gathering both end of the blouse, I covered them. He was busy and I did not know whether she could make out that I covered her. I let my hand rest on her left breast, patting lightly to pacify but my fingers touched her taut nipple over the blouse. I leaned my head, placing my chin on her head; a faint sound of moaning came from her lips and my fingers inadvertently circled on her nipple. I could feel my panties getting wet. I could not see his dick as he leaned almost on her lap, looking down, moving fingers inside vigorously, as evident from the movement of bulges inside the sari. Her left hand holding his dick was not moving, as I could see her left arm remaining still and my fingers pushed aside the left side of the blouse, revealing her left breast. Maybe I wanted to enliven her breast and my fingers moved over her left breast slowly, caressing, circling over and on reaching the nipple took it between my fingers, rolling it. I was sure she would like it but was not in a position to tell me so, and so I bared her right breast too, tendering the same adulation. Did she murmur something in her moan; I tried to listen, yes, "Oh Paul..." I knew, it would not take much to make her cum and started fondling her tits in turn. And that moment the lights of the hall were switched on and we all had to rush back onto our seats. He managed to take his hand out from her sari in time and she lifted her back onto her seat, pulling the pallu of her sari to cover her open boobs and somehow hook the blouse. It was the interval of the movie and happened so suddenly but fortunately no one was there to see and we sat motionless for a while. I was not looking at them but Paul called me, "Ushadi, would you like some tea or cold drinks?" I looked at him, pretending as if for the first time, since I was busy in watching the movie, "Why do not you ask her first, hey Anita, what would you like?" She was looking down and did not change her gaze while answering, "Cold drinks would be ok." I grinned to Paul, "Get cold drinks for us." "Ok." He stood up from his seat and got out of the row through the left side passage. Anita was silent, her face still reddened and I asked her, "Hi! Did you enjoy the movie or the moves?" Giving a shy smile, she replied, "Boring movie." "But scoring, isn't it?" I quipped. "I didn't score any," she replied with another shy smile. "Oh, my baby, you will after the interval, surely," I retorted with smile. She pinched my hand, lying on hand rest, "You're so naughty." Paul came back in a while with heaps of popcorn in a big pack and three bottles of cold drinks. While he was sitting on his seat, the lights dimmed again and ads came on the screen. I was thirsty and took sips from the bottle. Anita, with popcorn in hand, was searching for my palm in the darkness so she could hand it over, and I told her, "Hey, I don't like it much." She came closer, "Even if I take some?" She put those on my palm. Finishing those, we were watching the movie and I knew it would take some time. I felt coldness from earlier wetness in my panties and after a long time felt such excitements. I looked at her, her eyes were on the screen and so was Paul; I leaned towards her and whispered, "Don't delay it." She turned and smiled, looking at me and stuck her tongue out. I laughed in return. I knew I didn't have to ask her, she is not shy of me, neither Paul but I wanted to make it happen soon, to witness as they cum. She had put her hand on the hand rest between us and while collecting empty cold drinks bottles, Paul got busy in keeping those under a seat to his far left. I put my hand on her right thigh and pulled up her sari to knee level. She did not expect that and got startled but did not do anything except turn towards me and smile. Did she get the hint? What I wanted? I thought, maybe since she did not lower her sari. It would not be a problem to raise and expose her thighs here in the darkness and I could see when she would cum. She was such a sweetie, changing her position; she got back into the same position as she was before the interval, saying, "Rather I would get some rest than watch this boring movie." Good feigning, I thought. She stretched diagonally, almost lying on the seat, head placed on my arm, legs straightened towards Paul and even put her left leg on his knee. On moving and placing her head down from my arm to the hand rest briefly, looking at me she said, "For you." Stunning me, she moved her head on my arm again. She astonished me, as I thought about her sudden evolution, wildness in dedicating her pleasure to me and it made me think, did I spoil a simple, sweet woman from hills but the thought passed away as Paul placed his hand above her right knee. Her right leg, up to her thigh, was still uncovered, since I lifted her sari and he started a light massage on her thigh. Paul could see me and I kept my face straight, as if watching on the screen. Anticipating a lot more, I did not want to dissuade him, since I could watch from the corner of my eyes. Anita called me audibly, "Ushadi?" Without turning to face them, I answered, "Yes." "Please let me know if anything interesting comes on the screen." "Ok dear, you can sleep for now," I answered. It was more for Paul, I thought since I did not want to let him know that I was watching. But did she want the same and in a way try to assure him? I wondered. Clever woman! In no time, his hand moved from her right leg to her left leg, which was kept on his knee, and pushing up the sari, exposing both legs up to her thighs. He resumed the massage with her left foot. He might have tickled the sole, since her head trembled on my arm. She tried to pull her leg down from his knee but he held on tight and did not let it go. Oh, he did that again because she giggled, trembled and tried again to pull her leg away from him. Paul was looking at her feet in the semi darkness of the movie hall but his gaze moved up gradually as his hand massaged her calf muscles, knee and then shifted to the other thigh, raising the sari upwards, baring more with his massage. I was sitting at a disadvantage point; had I been on their left, it would have been better, I thought. Leaning towards her, getting closer, blocking the hand rest and letting her head plunge a little, from my upper arm to my lap; I tried to have a better view. Paul was looking intently while massaging, continuing to raise her sari, he almost reached between her thighs and since he was not looking at us, I encircled her face with my left hand and lightly rubbed her ear lobes. I cuddled her. Her eyes were closed, feeling the sensations but she responded by rubbing her cheek against my palm. Since I could not see much, except her completely exposed, white thunder thighs, his head bent downward, massaging her thighs. I concentrated on watching her face, lying nearly on my lap and with closed eyes and a calm expression; she looked like she was in a deep slumber but it changed soon. Faint sounds of exhilaration escaped from her lips, she looked disturbed. I guessed his fingers might have reached her pussy and lowering my fingers from her earlobes, I touched her open lips, rubbing them softly, one of my fingers might have touched her wet tongue through her open lips and she sucked it lightly. Feeling totally involved, I put my index finger a little inside her mouth and she sucked, making it wet with saliva. Eyes drifted while she pushed her thighs up. Paul was busy there, perhaps invading her pussy and she sucked my finger hungrily, like a baby. I withdrew my finger and slowly let my hand move over on her left breast. I moved the sari aside and caressed over the blouse, feeling her firm breast and awakened, taut nipple. Engrossed in the act, it did not come to mind, whether it was right or wrong. I pinched her nipple and felt wetness flowing inside my panties. Resisting the urge to kiss on her open mouth, I put my right hand through my sari and touched my pussy. I could not, but wanted to feel my bare skin, not through the sari but as she moaned and raised her thighs involuntarily, I clasped the whole breast and kneaded both breasts alternately. I felt she was close and then she murmured again repeatedly, "Oh Paul..." Lowering my face, I whispered in her ear, "He's fucking you." Oh my God, I said that to her while clasping her boob tightly. Her eyes opened partly to respond, "Yes, Ushadi. I love him; I love him doing that to me." Her thighs were moving up and down in rhythm but with some involuntary bigger thrusts, came to stand still. Slowly easing my clasp, I moved my hand from her breast and bent down to plant a short kiss on her forehead. She was calm again but my pussy was on fire. I moved a hand inside from the waist opening of my sari. I was touching my pussy, inserting my fingers. Scared she might feel my pressing thighs, since she was virtually on my lap, and in case she turned her head towards me. He could see but I could not stop and after a while, shaking her head on my lap, I was relieved with a huge cum. Exploring Anita Pt. 02 Regaining composure, we all sat in stillness for about 10 - 15 minutes and the movie came to the end. Lights illuminated inside the hall and we came out with the others. Paul asked me if he could drop me at home, but I told him to drop her home. I could not meet her eyes and after saying, "Goodbye," I left them quickly. Ashamed and blaming myself, I walked home but my soaking panties reminded me how contented I had been! ***** I am indebted to Kimberly, my VE for the story. Since she got busy with other works, would not be able to edit in near future and I don't know how I could do without her. So if anyone interested, who can aptly edit my bad grammar; please contact me through my contact page. May be, it is easier this way; since many of them did not even bother to reply, in my case. To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories. Please also vote on how you liked it, every vote does count. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you... Exploring Anita Pt. 03 Though you can read it as a standalone story but it tastes best on reading in continuation. Do not forget to like, vote and let me know; if you liked the story. ***** USHADI Anita asked me if I could accompany her to airport. One of her friends was leaving to join fiancé and she wanted to go to see off her. I did not commit and her restlessness increased with passing hours. I had some influence and held some control over her. She needed my acceptance, my guidance in every aspect and I was enjoying her growing impatience. I enquired her, 'When's the flight?' She did not follow and asked me, 'What?' I asked her, 'When your friend's flight will depart?' 'She told me six but she would be there by four,' she replied. 'I've never been to the airport,' with a nervous, she confessed me. I laughed, 'That's what worrying you? I'll be with you but you've tell the boss. Take his permission for leaving early,' I advised her. 'Yes I did, I've already told him and I told him about you too!' she replied with a grin. 'Smart! And he permitted?' I asked her. 'Yes,' her grin broadened. I replied in mock protest, 'Come on, how you do that? He would never allow me. He's so biased!' Assuaging her worries, leaving from the office early, hiring a taxi, we reached at the airport in time. On locating her friend, waiting near the departure gate, we proceeded to her. She introduced me to Rinki; a smart, lean woman of 24-25 wearing a tight blue jeans with black tee. Rinki was shorter and slimmer than Anita. They were friends from school days, as Anita told me. We chatted for a while, mostly they chatted. Rinki was going overseas to meet her fiancé and she had a job offer there, naturally she was very excited. As they were chatting endlessly, I managed to slip away in commercial stalls nearby. As I was entering in a book shop, someone called me, 'Hi Usha!' I looked around in search of the familiar female voice. On turning around, I was surprised to see her here. Misty, mom of my daughter's friend, who lived in neighbourhood. Anita and I had gone to her house on her son's birthday and Anita did a splendid show before the guests, wearing a sheer blouse. On seeing her, the scene returned in flashback and on walking to her, I asked her in delight, 'What a surprise! What're you doing here?' She was also excited on seeing me and holding my hand, she answered, 'I'm here to see off my brother and sister but they've already left,' she said. 'Are you with your husband?' I asked her. Making a face, she replied, 'Nah, he's still in office. 'I'm alone and will go back now. What about you, why're you here?' she asked me. 'You know Anita, my colleague. Her friend's going overseas and we came here to see off her,' I said to her. 'Wow, that hot girl! She's with you! Where's she?' She asked me excitedly. I turned to find her and they were in the same spot. I showed her, 'There.' She chuckled, 'Today also, she's in sari! You remember the grand show of that night?' she asked me animatedly. I giggled, 'Yes, I do.' Amused, she asked me, 'How did you come here, by taxi?' 'Yes, we hired one,' I replied. 'Oh, I've a car with driver. Mind travelling together?' 'Thanks but ...hope it would not be a problem for you?" I asked her. 'What problem? I came here with my brother and his wife and they're flying now. I've to return alone if you two accompany, we can go back chit-chatting. I'm not in a hurry and can wait dear, no problem,' she answered. 'And I want to see her again,' she told me with a mischievous smile. I chuckled, 'You're hooked to her charm!' 'Yes, I'm,' she quipped. As we were talking, I saw them hugging each other and then her friend walked towards the departure gate, pushing her cart. Anita was looking around, searching me. She was at a distance of about hundred yards and I waved overhead to draw her attention. On seeing me she walked in our direction. Watching her, Misty remarked, 'She's so cute in yellow sari!' When she approached near to us, she commented again, 'Fluffy hair flying in air...and see the way her boobs are bouncing! ... I'm sure she's not wearing a bra, even today!' She was not; she was wearing a blouse made of velvet material, it was stretchable. We bought the matching blouse with sari, while we shopped together. Noticing in office, I asked her and she told me that she skipped a bra underneath for cool feeling and the material was elastic type. Nonetheless covered with the pallu of sari, huge swaying of her boobs was quite evident, as she was walking fast in high heels and I winked at Misty, 'Right, she's not wearing, even today!' On arriving there, she recognising Misty, 'Hi, how're you doing?' she smirked and asked her. 'Hi ... I'm fine, what a surprise! How're you?' Misty responded energetically. 'Nice sari and it's looking so pretty on you!' Misty held her hands with grimace. 'To be honest, you're looking hot in it and I was eyeing you!' Misty chuckled. Anita replied with uneasy laugh, 'Thanks for your compliment.' 'You've come to see off your friend and I came to see off my brother,' Misty informed her. 'Yeah, my friend's going to abroad to meet her boyfriend,' Anita told her. 'That's great, what about you? You don't have any?' Misty asked her. Shaking had, Anita laughed in response. 'Don't hide, none will believe a pretty woman like you, is not having a boyfriend!' Misty chuckled. 'Mind going back with me?' she asked her. She continued, 'I was telling Usha, I've a car and we can catch up chatting a while. I've not seen you since that birthday night!' Misty told her with glint in eyes. Anita's cheeks were getting rosy at the mention of birthday night and she answered with shy smile, 'Thanks for your offer but Ushadi can decide that.' 'Yeah, we can; at least that way we can save the car hire,' I snorted. 'Great. Let us move now!' drawing her by hand, Misty said to us. We walked towards the car parking. The parking area was choking with cars and we had to do little search for her car. On locating, she indicated and we walked towards the car. It was a white Hyundai, parked at the end of a row. On seeing Misty, driver of the car, who must have been waiting there, opened a rear door of the car. Misty asked Anita for getting in first and then she asked me. As we got in, closing the door; Misty entered through the other rear door. On the rear seat, Misty was behind the driver at right; Anita, next to her was in the middle and I sat at the left of the car. The driver had switched on air conditioning in the car. The car with supple seats and nice interior was cosy for three of us in the back seat. Starting from the airport, passing the parking congestion, when we reached highway, it was dark. Misty quipped to Anita, 'Careful cutie, you're sitting next to me and your fragrance's so tempting! Mmm, which perfume you're wearing?' It was amusing. The perfume, she was wearing was pleasant but not so uncommon. Clearly, smitten by her sensuality, Misty was going gaga. Anita quipped, 'Go ahead, I'm not scared! It's Intimate from Revlon." Misty answered in jest, 'Dare me not! Sit tight! Anyway your intimate fragrance is intoxicating!' Leaning and moving closer, showing at the driver, Misty told Anita in a low voice, 'He shouldn't get what we talk. Shouldn't we sit closer sweetie?' Looking outside, I felt light pressure from Anita's body when Misty moved closer to Anita. Misty asked her, 'Who taught you how to wear a sari? I mean, young women from hills don't wear sari. How you learnt wearing sari?' Showing me, Anita said to her, 'She taught me.' 'Nice, and you learnt well. You wear it very neat,' she tilted near ear, 'and look sexy in sari!' she continued in a hushed tone. Anita did not reply for some time but in a while, she said to her in a low voice, 'Thanks for your compliment, I like saris.' 'And you never wear a bra?' Misty asked in the same hushed tone. Startled, pulling up the pallu of her sari, which was lying at her back, over her right shoulder, Anita tried to cover herself. She was at a fault. Pallu of a sari is the loose end of a sari, which is diagonally thrown over one's shoulder from front waist to back, thereby covering her chest. The pallu can be left loose, hanging at her back or it can be dragged from back to front again, over the other shoulder, thereby fully covering her back, front and both shoulders. In summer, covering more means suffering more and most women leave the pallu hanging at back. But sometimes on leaving the pallu hanging at back, front gathering of sari cannot cover both breasts and leave one breast exposed, although covered by blouse. It happens more with those, who are not used to wearing a sari and learnt lately. The day was hot and naturally Anita had left the pallu of sari at her back. The fact of her not wearing bra was apparent since the material of her velvet blouse was stretchable and body-hugging. Amused at watching Anita's reaction, breaking into silent, toothy cackle, Misty said to her, 'I'm not to scare you anyway.' Defending my prodigy, I said to Misty, 'Actually, I told her not to wear bra.' Bending forward to look at me, Misty asked, 'Really?' 'Yeah, she was suffering from rashes and prickly heat. This is her first summer in plains. And for women from hills, it's like in hell. So I suggested her to wear bare minimum. Unfortunately, her blouse material is wrong today but it's the only matching blouse,' I told her with grin. Misty chuckled, 'I'm not complaining. Why should I? Rather I was complimenting her,' she commented and continued with a wink, 'Wise advice and men should thank you for that!' she told me. Looking at Anita, Misty continued, 'I remember the night at my home. She had done it so beautifully!' Leaning at her, she asked Anita, 'Won't you let me see those again?' Anita remained silent and replying for her, I said to her, 'Silly, it's already dark! How can you see and mind your driver.' 'Don't worry about him. It's dark inside and he can't see a thing in mirror,' she replied and continued, 'That night, after you leave, everyone present in the room was asking me, who's she? You've become Miss Popular overnight,' she told her giggling. I felt pride since on that night, I initiated her to go without bra with a see-through blouse on top. I chuckled and said to her in a conspiring tone, in her language of plains, which Anita did not understand, 'If you cannot see, you can check! She won't mind!' 'Wow, really? Much better! Thanks for your generosity and kind permission!' She told mocking me, in the same language. We both laughed off. Bewildered, trying to understand the reason of our laughing, Anita asked me, 'What?' Closing my lips near to her ear, I whispered, 'Nothing, let her do, what she wants.' Anita watched at my face with a surprised look. I knew her sex drive was more than any average woman. She listened to me and in darkness of the car; she would not mind, rather love to be touched by someone who liked her. Misty sat tight for a while with hands lying on lap but slowly her left hand moved over Anita's right hand. She touched and held her wrist for some time, may be for gauging her reaction, seeking her consent and since Anita did not make any move, her docile fingers came alive, moving and caressing over her wrist, ultimately grasping her fingers. Anita was silent. I whispered again in Anita's ear, 'Let her.' Bending left, she put head on Anita's shoulder and slowly turning face started rubbing nose on her nape. She took time, progressing slowly, waiting for response from Anita. Pulling up her left hand from Anita's hand, on pushing and forwarding through Anita's back, she held her left waist in embrace. She put her right hand on Anita's right hand and her fingers were lightly caressing, massaging on Anita's wrist. Slowly her fingers moving upward, reaching over her right arm, losing sight, moved inside the pallu of her sari. It was dark outside but tilting her face towards my side, Anita was looking out through the window. Misty's face was upward, straight on the road but intermittently she was looking at Anita. I knew from the bulge and movements on the pallu of Anita's sari, Misty's fingers had reached on her boobs and was moving there. I looked at Anita, her gaze was still outside but face was taut. Leaning forward, towards Misty, I whispered her, 'Open up, let them breathe free in coolness.' Movements inside Anita's pallu stopped, Misty replied in hush, 'Love to bare them.' I could get following movements of her pallu that Misty was slowly opening front buttons of Anita's blouse, starting from top to down and parting her blouse, she bared her right breast, which came in open, as she pushed aside the cover of pallu. She bared the other one next. Bending down her face, Misty might be trying to check them in darkness and murmured, 'Lovely!' I could see silhouette of her open breasts against the dimmed light of sky in the background, filtering inside through the car window of Misty's side. Misty was holding Anita's right breast with her right hand and her left hand passing through Anita's back was holding Anita's left breast. Misty started caressing the both. In no time, Anita started breathing fast. Constant caressing of her breasts was surly turning her on. Pulling up her face, Misty rubbed her face on Anita's neck and planted short kisses. Pushing from Misty's side had brought Anita closer to me and her left leg was pressing against my right leg. Misty, showering soft kisses on cheeks and chin of Anita, turning to her lips, kissed her lips for long. It was amazing to witness how situations led to infatuations. Misty, thirty plus, married, mom of a 10 years old was getting close with another younger woman in the darkness at the backseat of a car! It did not appear something new with her spontaneity, the way she was progressing with Anita and it looked very natural. She likes woman! And I should not be blamed, although it was my naughtiness but maybe it was more about Anita. So far I understood, Anita oozes some kind of wild sexuality. It lies in her incomprehensible small eyes and the way she looks; in her pink lips and the way she smiles, often breaking into laughs, flashing her teeth; in her voice and the way she talks; in her flawless glowing skin, insinuating soft tenderness; in her shiny, long, black hair, often set loose; in her own smell, mixed with sweet perfumes; in her cute swaying, while she walks. And she knows how to keep things interesting. The little gap between sari and blouse, along her curvy waist shows sexy folds on taut tummy. Glimpse of her cleavage, which she allows, ends with her discernible big boobs. All her charms enhance mysterious beauty in her. Misty happened to be was just another victim. The way her legs trembled, while Misty progressed with her, I was sure Anita was enjoying it immensely and both of them were turning me on. To catch her attention, I nudged on Misty's left wrist, stirring on my arm. Her fingers were busy in caressing Anita's left breast. I whispered in her language, 'Why don't you suck them?' Misty stopped for a while, her wrist did not stir on my arm, while she listened me. Then her hands came down to Anita's waist, while she kept on kissing her and gradually lowered her face, down to her boobs. I got faint sound of her suckling. Oh my God, I was getting wet, soaking my panties. Misty's fingers were resting on Anita's waist. Holding her fingers, I pushed them down slowly, lifting string of Anita's petticoat, over her smooth soft tummy. She needed no more guidance and her fingers disappeared inside. I lifted Anita's sari and petticoat, baring her thighs and panties. Her fingers were inside Anita's panties, as I could make out from the movement in her panties. Sound of soft moan escaped from Anita's lips and looking at her, I found her eyes closed. I pulled down Anita's panties, baring her pussy. As I opened, Misty drew out her fingers touching mine and sticky juices passed from her fingers to mine. Dragging out hand from her petticoat, Misty put her fingers directly on Anita's wet pussy. Misty sucked Anita's boobs in turn while fingering her pussy. Anita parted her legs to let her fingers reach deeper inside. Sound of sucks had gone louder and I was worrying that the driver may get the sound. I pushed on Misty's head more on Anita's boobs for lowering the sound. Anita stretched her legs, straightened them and was gasping for breath. I could feel Anita was getting close with her moaning and fast breathing, her fingers moving on my lap secured my fingers. In a while, she could not take it anymore, as cummed clasping on my fingers tightly. Quickly picking hanky from my bag, I gave that to Misty to wipe her juices. ***** Late by an hour, I entered office unnoticed. All were busy; Paul was on his desk, far left, in the opposite row; Anita, at right, next to my desk, was busy with office files; even Dipti, who used to gossip only, roaming from desk to desk, was at her desk in the opposite row. With a sigh of relief, I sat on my chair. After the eventful movie show of the last evening, I was feeling too awkward to face Paul or Anita and decided to skip but changing my decision at the last moment, I headed for office but was late by an hour. While I was crossing her desk, looking up, she smiled at me ingeniously and her smile was assuring. I loved her spirit, maybe in her excitement she failed to notice my innuendo last night or maybe she did not mind. Paul too was cool at his desk. Still they were not talking to each other at office, a nice ploy to diffuse attention from colleagues. Last night, when they were busy among themselves, even faint sound of her laugh, whiteness of her teeth in darkness of the movie hall, appeared very sexy! And she was such a sweet, willing woman. I got carried away in their wilderness and cummed too with them at the movie hall. Scenes of the movie hall was vivid in my memory, I could not sleep last night till wee hours. At last, when I fell asleep, I dreamt of them having passionate sex on my bed. I woke up with wetness in groin and my soaking panties. Ultimately shaking off memories and thoughts, when I concentrated in office files, Miss Dipti dropped in and sat on the chair, kept in front of my desk. Always critical about everyone else, I was sure, she came for whining or complaining against someone. I smiled and asked her, 'Hi, how're you? Things are ok?' 'Yeah, I'm fine. Have you noticed Anita?' she asked. 'What's wrong with her?' I asked. 'Just look at her! How could she wear such a short and sheer blouse?' she quipped, looking at Anita. She was habitual in finding fault with her, it may be out of jealousy and without changing my gaze, I said to her, 'You know, she's learnt it very recently and we should encourage her for wearing sari!' Dipti did not answer but eventually turning at Anita, I got her point. The sight from our side was offending to her. The ample gap between her sari and blouse had exposed sexy folds on her tummy, her curvaceous waist and her skin of her left breast though wrapped in blouse was clear enough. It was a hot day and she was not wearing bra, as usual. White skin of her left breast was distinct through her sheer, black blouse. Turning to Dipti, I grinned, 'She's surely not aware!' I said to her. 'Do you think so? She's very much aware and she does it purposely!' she said to me in annoying tone. Anita can wear whatever she likes and Dipti can no way dictate her what to wear. It sounded so repressive and medieval. Dipti had skin problems and she always wore full sleeved, long necked blouse. In the name of sensibility, she could not force her or me to wear full sleeved blouse. When Anita has something to show, she can show, if she likes. But it was futile to make her understand and smiling at Dipti, I winked, 'But she's looking sexy!' I said to her. Exploring Anita Pt. 03 Visibly irritated, she replied with a wry smile, 'Don't encourage her! Rather you should tell her to wear decent cloths. Only women from hills wear such provocative dresses!" Getting up from the chair, Dipti left my desk. I never supported her against Anita and intentionally to hurt my feelings, she made lewd comments about hill women. Like Anita, I too was born and brought up in hills. It was not about hills or plains but more about age, taste and figure to carry such a dress gracefully but it was futile to argue with her. Ignoring her remarks, I got busy with files on my desk. Time passed as I was busy with files and I startled with her voice, 'Ushadi, work can wait but lunch time won't, it's already 1:40,' Anita said to me. [The word, 'di' means elder sister and it is common to address a lady senior by age, by adding 'di' after her name.] On closing and keeping files aside, getting up from chair, I grinned at her, 'Sorry, I came late and couldn't make out its recess,' I said to her. Anita infuriated, while walking towards the office canteen, I told her about Dipti's remarks about hill women. Our office, taken on rent was spread over in two floors of a three storied building. Our room, in which we were allotted to sit, was one of the several rooms on the ground floor, office canteen was on the first floor and the landlord lived on the second floor with his family. The office canteen was at back portion of the first floor. A big room spread with tables-chairs, a small cash counter kept in a corner, was meant for serving male customers. Another small room, connected by a door with the big room was exclusively meant for ladies. Kitchen was at the backside of the big and small rooms at the extreme back. The door to the kitchen was through the ladies room. Both the rooms were good with clean table tops, curtains in doors and windows and separate room for ladies offered some privacy for ladies. The canteen was run by a local, middle aged couple and their twenty years old son, Ron. Primary patrons of the canteen was office staffs and some odd customers, who visiting our office for some work. Ron was very popular among the office staffs for his ever smiling face and jovial nature. He used to serve customers, while his father managed the cash counter and his mom cooked ordered foods in kitchen. Ron remained very busy throughout the day for supplying umpteen cups of tea on staff desks and serving customers at canteen. During lunch break, before taking my seat or ordering food, I used to peep into the kitchen and talk with the lady cooking for ascertaining about any special dish. On entering the ladies room of the canteen, Anita sat on a chair and I entered into the kitchen but found none inside. Ron's father was seated at the Cash counter and thinking the lady had gone somewhere nearby, I came back to the ladies room and sat on a chair beside Anita. The room was very small with single window and some basic, minimal furnitures. Six chairs, three in one side and a rectangular table were kept inside the room. We were the lone customers at the time and we sat side by side, facing the kitchen with a wall of the room at our back. There was a small passage for taking chairs in our end and the other end was blocked with a wall. The window was at my left, next to the passage and Anita was at my right with an empty chair next to her. The other three empty chairs were at the opposite side of the table, towards the kitchen. There was a wooden swing door, in diagonally opposite corner from the window of the room, separating it from the main canteen room. In our front side, the door to kitchen was at the left corner, in right angle to the swing door. One had to enter through the swing door for going in or for going out from the kitchen. A curtain was hanging on the door frame of the kitchen door. In spite of a ceiling fan moving at its top speed, the room was hot and stuffy. Anita got furious on hearing Dipti's comments and she was adamant to teach her a lesson. I barely managed to persuade Anita to forget it when Dipti entered into the room. 'Hi! How're you?' Dipti greeted Anita and looking at me, she asked, 'Have you ordered anything?' Anita did not reply to her greetings and I said to her, 'Not yet. No one's in kitchen.' 'Ok, we've to wait but the room is so hot!' strolling towards the window, she took a chair opposite to us. Anita was still fuming, as she whispered me, 'I still want to teach her a lesson!' 'Please no, let me handle it,' I requested Anita in low voice. 'Dipti, may I ask you something?' I asked. 'Sure, go ahead,' she replied. 'Can you wear something, which you're not comfortable with?' I asked her. She had an inkling that it was about her comments on dress and she answered thoughtfully, 'No way!' I said to her, 'Anita's likes sari but she's not comfortable and still she wears it! What you suggest, would she wear sari?' Dipti mumbled, 'Actually, I didn't mean that...' Anita calmed down but finding an opportunity, she asked, 'Diptidi, you didn't like my sari?' Dipti turned defensive, 'I like your sari. It's beautiful...' Anita quipped, 'You didn't like, since I'm not wearing a bra?' Dipti did not expect such direct question from Anita and her face was turning red, as she fumbled in reply, 'Actually I didn't mean that...' Anita retorted, 'What did you mean? I'm from hills, its cold throughout the year. I'm not habituated in wearing a sari and in such hot weather. I can't wear bra in such a hot day and you've problems with that?' Dipti's replied in a low voice, 'Why should I have problem but...' Anita did not let her finish, pulling down pallu of her sari, she retorted, 'I'm not comfortable even with pallu, do you mind?' Too confused to answer, Dipti remained silent. In a fit of anger, Anita lowered pallu of her sari but it resulted in showing her deep cleavage, almost half breasts, covered with the pallu of her sari. Transparent cloth of her black blouse could not hide much and her areola, nipple was easily discernible with difference in skin tone. Anita did not give up and asked her again, 'Do you mind?' Dipti was bemused and lowering gaze, she shook head. Smile on my face was silent kudos to Anita for imparting her a befitting lesson in such a noble way. But still enraged, Anita was not satisfied, 'Why're you looking down, are you ashamed of me? Don't we have the same?' she asked. Smile flashed on her face, as Anita continued, 'Maybe, you got a better pair but what's wrong with my boobs?' Dipti looked up at Anita, 'You've beautiful breasts, not like mine and I like yours!' she told her. Anita cooled down. It was evident from her smile and trying to put an end, I said to Anita in a lighter tone, 'You've got a splendid pair and you want to flaunt them, we've nothing to object! Isn't it Dipti?' I asked Dipti. Red faced Dipti conceded, 'She's brave and yes, she can do whatever she wants to!' 'Now you agree! You've got a free show and now you've to pay our food bills,' breaking in a laughter, I said to her with mock force. She was grim faced but forcing a smile on lips, she agreed, 'I'm sorry for complaining. Indeed, it's hot today and she's still learning. I'm sorry again,' she finished. Trying to normalise the situation, stretching my hand with smile, I said to her mockingly, 'Ok, accepted but you have to pay for the grand show. Pay our bill today!' Briefly toughing my stretched hand, she chuckled, 'Sure, my pleasure; small price for such a grand show!' Relieved with happy end, thinking Ron's mom might have entered into the kitchen unnoticed, I got up to check again. She was indeed in kitchen and on placing our order with her, I came back to the room. Anita appeared asleep and the sight was sensual with her head leaning backward, protracted hands resting on empty chairs on both sides, most of her breasts popped out of the skimpy, transparent, black blouse while pallu of sari lying on her lap and drops of perspiration flowing down through cleavage. Dipti, sitting opposite, looked mesmerised with the view. Anita woke up from slumber on hearing my voice, asking Ron's mom to serve us quickly. Withdrawing stretched hands from the chairs, making space for me, she said to me, 'Oh Ushadi, I cannot bear this heat.' I smiled at her, 'I know. You can sit comfortably and none's here to notice you. Its better here than in our office room. No problem, I'm here,' I said to her. As always, my assurance worked and sitting comfortably, she closed her eyes again. I looked at Dipti as her eyes were fixed on her exposed breasts. Dipti knew that I was looking at her but taking time, she changed her gaze to me. A few hours back, she was complaining about her clothes but alone in the room, she was staring her unabashed. When our eyes met, I winked and smiled. 'She got it perfect, so full!' Dipti whispered me. Anita heard her whispers and without opening eyes, she commented with half smile on face, 'Diptidi, you're staring me and it's wrong!' 'Oh, come on, she's not complaining; rather praising you!' I retorted. After my words, Anita did not answer. Dipti looked at her breasts, almost ignoring my presence. In a while, Ron entered into the room carrying the food plates, I had ordered. Tinkle of plates jilted Anita and she tried to gather pallu of her sari from her lap but I stopped her, 'hey, don't panic, he is just a boy!' Dipti could not see Ron, since he stood at her back. Anita tossed the pallu over her chest and closed her eyes again. Maybe feeling tired and sleepy but the pallu covered her left breast only, leaving her deep cleavage and right breast in open. Perplexed with the sight, Ron's face was turning crimson and I ordered him, 'Why're you standing there? Come here and keep the plates on table.' Coming to my side, he started placing the plates on table. Anita straightened from her leaned position but it popped up more of her breasts, in view. Dipti with the same mesmerized look, was looking at her exposed breasts. Ron, standing at my left, leaning on the table was arranging plates while suddenly my handkerchief fell on the floor from my lap. I bent down, lowering my head to pick up it and accidentally my eyes fell on Ron's pant, on his bulge hidden from view, under the table. It was poking and moving in his pant. Feeling tinge in my groin, I took time to see more and felt a strong urge to touch the bulge, to check its hardness. But controlling my urge, slowly I straightened myself and looked at Ron. While arranging plates, he was stealing glances at her exposed breasts. It was the sight which resulted the bulge in him. I could not say whether it was anger or out of jealousy, I asked Ron, 'Where's the tea?' Perplexed with my angry tone, he moved his glance and replied me, 'I'll bring tea afterwards.' 'No bring it now,' I retorted angrily, raising my left hand, showing fingers towards the canteen. In synchronising hand movement with my words, while raising my hand up from my lap, I touched on his hardness. None could see when my left fingers touched his hard dick in a flicker of seconds, almost banging on it. Always cheerful and energetic, Ron could not guess his fault. Serving tea after food was the normal practise. I never scolded him before and it was unexpected from me and for no fault on his part. He had certainly felt when my fingers touched on his hardness. Totally confused, he stood there, maybe expecting something more. Resisting my urge to grasp again, I asked him, 'Go now please.' Absentmindedly Ron moved into the kitchen. My reaction even surprised myself and I plunged into my thoughts. Did I feel jealous? Jealous about Anita! How could I be jealous of her? She was like my prodigy. She followed my advices, did whatever I asked her. Yes, she had a sexy figure, unlike me; she was young, single unlike me but those could be the reason for my jealousy? She flaunted her figure, as I asked her. She, herself surely liked it but it was planted into her by me. She was kind of my extension, what I wanted to do but I could not, my supressed urges were expressed through her. I should have felt proud about her, the way she treated Dipti but I felt jealous. I felt ashamed of myself. I needed to check that feeling, I reminded myself. It was all right when noticing her exposed breasts, Ron had a hard on. And it was me who felt that hard on by touching him. It was my pleasure, which came through her. What more, I could ask from her. My thoughts interrupted with a sound of falling utensil, which came from the kitchen. Our dishes were served but none stated eating. Dipti was still looking at Anita and startled with the sound, she looked at me and on meeting eyes, I smiled at her, 'Carry on, you've paid for it and you liked!' Red faced, Dipti quickly dragged her plate with a nervous smile playing on her face. Anita coming out of her slumber, absentmindedly asked me, 'Who paid for what?' I chuckled while drawing my plate nearer, 'Dipti's paying today's bill for looking at your exposed boobs!' I said to her. Anita grinned, 'You're so silly!' she replied while fetching her plate. My heart raced again while Ron entered into the room with cups of tea on a tray. I felt flushed up, not from heat but from my urges. But by then, Anita had covered her exposed breasts with pallu of her sari and losing another chance of seeing his bulge, I sighed. ***** We could have barely passed an hour, on coming back from the office canteen and on coming to my desk, Dipti sat on the chair, kept in front of my desk. I asked her, 'What's now?' Turning towards Anita, she whispered, 'Lucky Paul!' I laughed off, 'Don't be so sure,' I told her. 'Ahh come on, they're so close! Do you think, St. Paul will let her go even without touching those diving things?' she winked. I jibed her, 'Are you speaking out of your own experience?' She retreated, 'Anyway, why're we discussing it? Let him or whoever else enjoy her tits!' 'Right. That's what, I wanted to say!' She did not mind my taunts, 'True but I've seen hers for the first time and they're so full!' she grinned and left. As Dipti left my desk, on plunging into my thoughts, about my craziness in touching Ron, it came to mind that Ron might be jittery to face me. He used to come in the office room in every half an hour, asking for or delivering cups of tea but for over an hour, he did not come in the office room. Deciding to check myself, leaving my desk, I headed for the canteen again. There was none in the main canteen room, not even in the Cash counter. I called Ron by name but none responded. Passing the empty ladies room, I went into the kitchen but none was there too. Thinking the lady might be cleaning dishes, I moved towards the attached wash room. The door of the wash room was half ajar and on pushing the door, I found Ron standing in a corner with his back towards the door. On turning face with the creaking sound of door, he saw me standing in front of the door. Initially, I could not make out for a moment about what he was doing alone, in that corner of the wash room. But it struck into my mind from his stiffened face with horrified look, from his inability to turn at me and constant hand movements, what he was doing but I stood there transfixed. I watched from behind, as failing to stop his hand movements, shaking heavily he cummed in spurts, straining the wall, in my view. All those happened in a few moments but it appeared long and quickly shutting the door, I returned to my desk. On returning my desk, feeling thirsty, I drank two glasses of water simultaneously. Opening a file, I was trying to forget, to erase the look from my head. In his twenty, Ron was with robust physique. Anita's exposed breasts aroused him. He had a hard on, which I had seen and touched rather accidentally. Poor Ron could not control and had to rush for a release. My presence at the wash room was another coincidence and he could not stop even on seeing me at his back, as he was very close but he was looking at my eyes, while he cummed, shaking heavily. My reasoning crumbled with the look in his eyes. I kept my composure but I had to rush out feeling weak at the knees with strong tingles spreading wetness, soaking my panties. On way back to home, I was walking with Anita absentminded, absorbed in my thoughts. What's wrong with me now a days? What has happened today, did never happen in past! I never felt the urge to touch someone, almost half of my age! It's so weird! Maybe such things are happening due to my uncaring husband and long deprivation. Surge of repressed urges with little spur? My abstentions taking its toll? But Dipti's hankering to look at Anita's breasts puzzled me. Is she normal? We came face to face again, the very next day, when Ron came to my desk with a cup of tea. I had my gaze down on a file at my desk and he stood silently looking down. He could not muster courage for his usual query about the cup of tea, whether I needed that! Breaking the silence, I asked him, 'Do you do that often?' His face turned reddish with my question and he replied meekly, 'No ma'm.' 'What no?' my stern voice startled him. 'I don't do that often,' he replied in a terrified voice. 'Should I tell others, what you're doing in there?' I asked him dispassionately, while looking at the file on my desk. 'Please madam, I won't do that again,' he pleaded. Looking back at him, on seeing his tearful shiny eyes, softening my stance, trying to assure him, I said to him, 'Ok, I won't tell anyone.' 'Thanks ma'am,' he answered wiping his welled eyes. 'But with a condition; you've to listen to me always,' I continued. 'Yes ma'am always,' he answered with sigh of relief. I wondered, how just a while back, the teary boy made me such weak! In spite of being tall and muscular, he had a boyish charm with his cute, innocent face. What he did was very natural for a young man of twenty. An inadvertent smile crossed my face while I thought, at least he was sensible in sparing the plates from staining, piled up in the wash room. He was still standing in my front with face down, holding the cup. Showing my desk, I asked him, 'Put the cup here.' As he kept the cup on my desk, I asked him, 'Come here,' indicating at the vacant space, beside my chair. On coming near, he stood beside me. My eyes were searching for the bulge, I had seen in the canteen but there was none and I asked him, 'Show me your hand.' He showed both palms and I asked him, 'Are they clean?' 'Yes ma'am,' he responded. 'Good. Day after tomorrow is Saturday. We do not have office and you do not have canteen. Are you free on Saturday afternoon? Can you come to my house around 2 p.m.?' 'Yes ma'am, I've no work on Saturday. I'll come at two,' he responded. 'Good, you remember, you promised me that you'll listen to me,' I said to him. 'Yes ma'am. I'll listen to you,' he asserted. Expecting he knew it, I asked him, 'Do you know where my house is?' 'Yes ma'am, I know,' he answered. 'Ok, you can go now.' But saddened with his gloomy face, I called back him while he was leaving, 'Ron, you can do that whenever you like,' I said to him. He looked at me in disbelief and I grinned, 'Yes Ron, you're a man! You can do that whenever you like!' On way back to home, bidding Anita goodbye, thinking of the day, I had a weird feeling of liberation after a long lull of repression and self-denial. As if, it was certain to happen in my life and I was waiting to take the plunge. Clouds of worries was there in a corner of mind but the prospect of meeting Ron at home was too promising. Fangs of passion was too strong to blow off my worries, as I stressed myself to remain discreet. Instead of waiting and wasting time, of whatever remains in my life, I thought to take the day as it comes, going with the flow and living in the moment. My mind was providing the courage required. The moment I touched on hardness of Ron, I knew, I had to see, I had to take it in my hand. I invited him on Saturday afternoon deliberately, knowing my husband would not come home on Saturday, my daughter would leave be at school and my part time house maid would not be there after 1 p.m. I had to remain discreet, considering my family, career and position. Ron would be surely safe. Even thinking about his muscular built and live hard thing, which I touched that day, was making me wet, on way back to home. Exploring Anita Pt. 03 ***** I heard the doorbell while I was checking myself on mirror, sitting in front of the dressing table at my bed room. After trying a few, I had chosen a maroon cotton maxi (nightgown), which I never wore due to its sheerness and short length. I looked sexy with its short length, reaching just above my knees, my accentuated nipples poking and discernible skin showing through the material. Pleased with my appearance, I walked out from the bed room for the main door to attend Ron. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and yellow tee. I got my cue from his look in awe, as I opened the front door, smiling at him, 'Hi Ron, you're in right time! Please get in,' I invited him. I tried to make him comfortable, 'Please sit here,' I told him indicating at a sofa in the drawing room. He had seen me at office in sari only and had never seen me in a housedress. I knew my dress could make the desired effect on him from the appreciative look at his face. I asked him, 'What would you like to have; tea or coffee?' Maybe he did not expect such generosity after what happened on the day before previous day and he fumbled in answer, 'Ma'am, I don't need tea or coffee...' Putting the TV on, surfing channels on remote, I asked him, 'Anything cold?' While fixing the TV on a raunchy music channel, I noticed with corner of eyes that though he kept his face straight, looking at the TV screen, he was stealing glances at me intermittently. The poor young man could not ward off his glance from me and he answered, 'No ma'am, I think, tea will be ok.' On asking him to wait awhile, I moved into my bed room and checked myself again on mirror. Pleased with my reflection and revelation, I walked to the kitchen, crossing the drawing room, where Ron was seated. He asked me, while I was crossing the drawing room, 'Ma'am, you told me, I've do some work. Should I come in for helping you now?' Quite innocently, he thought, I had called him for my assistance in some household work. Giving a thought, I asked him, 'Yes, why not! Come in, you can help me in making tea!' He followed me into the kitchen. Putting water on burner, I turned back, facing him. He was standing at a far with hands in jeans pockets. I asked him with an assuring, sweet smile, 'Are you scared of me?' 'No, ma'am,' he responded. 'Are you angry with me for scolding you that day?' He bent down his head and replied, 'No ma'am.' 'Really? Are you telling me the truth? Tell me, holding my hand.' I asked him stretching my hand. Slowly, stretching his hand, he touched mine to prove himself. As he touched my hand, taking his hand into mine and drawing him nearer, I said to him, 'You wanted to help me! Why are you so far?' Coming nearer, he stood in my front. 'Come on, give me sugar and tea,' I asked him indicating the cabinet along one wall in the kitchen. I looked on as Ron fumbled searching for sugar and tea. Moving at his back, slapping on his butt lightly, I said to him, 'Ron! Honey, ask me when you can't find it!' Picking up the jars, I returned near to the oven. On making tea, pouring in two cups, keeping those on a tray with a plateful of cookies, I asked Ron, 'Mind carrying?' 'Of course, I'll carry those...' he replied and took the tray from me. He followed me with the tray and we came back to the drawing room, where he was seated. My butt was not so prominent but cute and the see-through maxi made it discernible and while following me, his eyes would surely fall on them, I thought. He kept the tray on table in front of the three-seater sofa. Sitting in a corner of the sofa, I asked him to sit and he sat on the other corner of the sofa. On getting up from the sofa, taking two cups from the table, I handed over one to Ron and sat on the sofa with the other cup in my hand. Ron looked nervous. He could not guess for what I called him home and what work I could assign him but instead of asking him to do something, I made him sit at the drawing room and served with tea, which he did not expect and all those might have made him nervous. He kept his eyes on the TV, watching a musical show and I prodded him to take some cookies from the plate on table. He nodded but did not move. On rising from sofa, picking up the plate of cookies from the table, I kept it on in the vacant space on the sofa, in between us. While sitting back, I let the maxi hemline rise up higher, exposing little bit of lower thighs. As he turned head to pick cookies from the plate, his eyes fell on my exposed thighs and I asked him, 'Do you any have girl friend?' He shook his head with a shy look, in reply. I asked him with smile, 'Oh, that's why, you've to do it on your own?' He could not answer and his face started reddening instantly. 'Come on, you can tell me. I'm not going to tell anyone,' I asked him in a low, conspiring tone. I looked on at him but he remained silent. Finishing tea, I got up from the sofa and kept my cup on the table. By then, he also finished tea and taking the cup from him, I kept that on table. I asked him again, 'Come on Ron, you're not a kid anymore. You're an adult and you like that, isn't it?' I was sure nobody ever asked him such an embarrassing question but my endearing tone did well and nodding head, he said, 'Yes.' Attracting someone half of my age would not be easy and I had apprehensions but the moment, he answered to my question by affirmation, I knew my battle was half won. I quipped him, 'What yes?' Filling the gap between us, moving closer, touching his arm, pressing on his bicep, I said to him, 'Of course you like that. You're a man, very handsome and so strong!' His fidgety eyes lingered on my exposed thighs, more of which coming in view, since maxi hemline was raised further while moving closer. Turning towards him, I continued, 'But you need help. You need a woman to help you for learning and for pleasure; but you don't have a girlfriend!' I said to him bringing my face closer to him and licking my lower lip. He was seated stiffly next to me on the sofa and touching his face, I make him look at me while pressing my breast on his chest, pushing on his leg with my left leg, I said to him, 'I'll help you! You can learn from me!' My face was too close and I was looking at him intently but averting looking in my eyes, he grumped in a low voice, 'No ma'am.' I retorted with a long sigh, 'Why no? You don't trust me? You don't have a girlfriend...' I continued after a brief pause, 'You told me, you'll listen to me! I'm here to teach you. Don't you find me sexy? Am I bad?' lifting maxi, exposing my full thighs, I asked him. 'No ma'am. You're good...sexy,' he struggled in answering. Grasping on his crotch, I said to him, 'Then let me teach you!' He was already hard and I started rubbing on his crotch. He did not move as my hand got hold of his dick over his jeans and I murmured, 'Oh my God! You're so big!' He remained silent as my fingers unzipping slowly, moving inside his pant, held his hard dick over a black underwear and looking up at his face, I asked him, 'Don't you like me doing it for you?' Slowly raising eyes, he met my eyes and nodded his head. Lowering my eyes, unhooking his belt and pant, I put my fingers inside through his black boxer touching bare skin and holding his thriving hard dick. Moving my fingers throughout the whole shaft, touching every inch, I leaned more towards him, pressing my breast on his muscular chest. Keeping my gaze down, lowering his boxer, I took out his dick and it sprang free. I was in awe, looking at his huge, thriving dick and murmured again, 'mmm, lovely, I love it.' Breathing fast, trying to control his heightened state of arousal, he looked at me helplessly. Pulling down foreskin, exposing its red tip, looking at his strong, lively dick admiringly, I complimented him, 'Ron, you're a wonderful; girls will die for it,' I said to him brushing its head with my fingers. I started stroking it up and down as Ron pushed up his pelvis to give my fingers more access and in no time he started ejaculating. His first spurt fell on my face and I continued stroking till the last drop came out and he was in berserk till he finished cumming. Squeezing more, I looked up at him with his cum stained face and asked him, 'You liked it?' 'Yes ma'am,' he replied in a hoarse voice. Getting up from the sofa, I moved inside and wiping my face with a wet towel, I came in to the drawing room and handed over it to Ron. As he wiped and cleaned, planting a short kiss on lips, I said to him, 'Come to me whenever you feel for it, till you get a girlfriend.' His face reddened suddenly and he appeared shy, as he bent down his head. Standing in front, I hugged him tightly as his face pressed on tummy. I asked him in a low voice, 'Will you come to me?' I felt his head nodding on my tummy. ***** Ron was cool when I met him at office after two days. He took my orders politely while in canteen, brought tea on my desk, as usual with nothing amiss and his demeanour was pleasing. dying to share my secret escapade, after a few days at launch hour, while we two were the only customers in the ladies room of the canteen, seeing Ron making sorties with food plates, I asked Anita mockingly, 'Hey, can you guess about Ron?' She asked me with surprise in voice, 'What to guess about him?' 'Size of his dick!' whispering her in a conspiring tone, I broke into a laugh. Anita laughed aloud, 'What? You're getting insane! Why don't you take leave and spend some days with husband?' she asked me mockingly. Stopping my laughs, I replied to her, 'I'm serious!' She replied in an unbelieving tone, 'Well, you're serious! But how could I guess that? I'm not that expert!' she giggled and continued taking a dig at me, 'I do not have your experience or expertise. Can you tell me?' she asked. Stretching hands, showing distance of about a feet, I winked at her. Laughing again, she complained, 'Ushadi, you're crazy!' I said to her, 'No way! I mean that and I'm sure!' Anita asked me in disbelieve, 'Seriously? When? You mean you've seen that? 'Yup,' I replied with a smile of pride. 'Oh my God, how and when?' she asked me. 'Secret! You want to see?' asking in jest, I winked at her. At that very moment, emerging from kitchen, Ron entered into our room with food plates, on way to the main canteen room. Stealing a glance, looking at Ron, Anita replied with a shy smile, 'Why not? But how?' On getting expected reply, smiling from ear to ear, I said to her, 'Have patience, I'll let you see to believe me!' She replied with palpable eagerness in eyes and shy smile, 'ok.' I needed to plan and arrange but luckily chance knocked the door just after two days. For some days, my daughter was asking me persistently to allow her for spending a day at her friend's house. I made a call to mom of her particular friend and she told me to send my daughter after two days, on a Thursday, being a public holiday with no school on that day and I agreed. Subsequently, when I asked Ron to come to my place around 12 p.m., on that particular holiday, he agreed meekly and I invited Anita for lunch at my place on that day. I had informed in advance, my part-time maid, a lady about 45-46 years of age for coming early on Thursday, so that she could finish her work before their arrival. On Thursday, excited about spending a whole day at her friend's house, my daughter left home around 10 a.m. and I got busy in cooking for launch. After about 15-20 minutes, as our doorbell rang, I sent my maid to check at the door but on hearing Anita's voice, realising her unexpected early arrival, I rushed to the front door. My maid had seen her in our house before and she did ask her to get in but Anita holding a colourful bouquet of mixed flowers, looking very pretty in a light yellow sari was standing in front of the door. On seeing me, my maid went inside, leaving the door and I said to her, 'Wow, you're gorgeous in this sari. Please get in.' On entering into the drawing room, she handed over the bouquet with smile and said to me, 'Thanks for your compliments! On way, I found some fresh flowers!' Accepting the bouquet, I smiled, 'Thanks for the flowers beautiful! Pretty woman with pretty flowers!' I commented. Familiar with my house, Anita sat on the sofa, placed in a corner of the drawing room. Putting the fresh flowers, she brought, in a vase on the centre table, kept in front of the sofa, I asked her, 'Come inside, I'm yet to finish my cooking.' 'Yeah, I can help, if you need,' she replied on getting up from the sofa. 'Sure, but your sari will be spoiled. Would you like to change? I've something special for you!' I said to her smiling with a wink. 'Sure, no problem. Where's Elina?' she asked about my daughter, while following me into the bed room. Entering into the bed room, opening my wardrobe, I told her that she left for friend's house for spending a holiday. I had special dress in mind, which I bought long back but could not wear even once since it was loose on me. It was a loose like maxi but with spaghetti straps and length was much shorter than a maxi, comfortable house dress in summer. On getting it from the top shelf of the wardrobe and handing over it to Anita, I told her before leaving the room, 'Come to kitchen after changing.' In a while, she entered into the kitchen, wearing the sexy marron maxi with noodle straps. It was loose on me but fitted well on her. She looked voluptuous with huge cleavage popping out of its deep neck and tightness in bust area showing outline of her ample breasts made it clear that she was not wearing a bra, as usual. Lower end of the dress, reaching just above knees, showed her strong calf muscles and she was looking hot and sexy. I cheered in surprise, 'Wow, what a hot woman!' With a shy, radiant smile, she asked me, 'what I've to do now, wearing this dress! You need me to cook something?' 'No way! Just be here and we can talk,' I replied. But the dress might have annoyed my part time maid. With her admonishing look on face, I was getting worried about Anita. Hoping she would not turn into a subject of hot gossip in my neighbourhood, I told my maid to finish her work faster. She was chopping vegetables, sitting on the floor of the kitchen, at right side of the door while Anita stood at the left side of the door. I was talking to Anita, facing at the kitchen door, standing in front of the gas stove on kitchen table with my back towards the gas stove. I told Anita to sit on a stool, kept on left side of the door and she sat on the stool, facing my maid. I turned back towards the gas stove to concentrate on cooking for a while. After a few minutes, while I turned back for talking to Anita, on seeing mischievous smile at her face, I got alarmed and noticing her perilous posture, I knew something had cooked up in her mind. She sat on the stool, upraising lower end of the maxi, exposing her well-toned thighs and with swaying legs, she was intermittently parting her legs. I knew for sure from the strange expression of my maid, she was not wearing panties and her pussy was in her view. Face of my maid was not scornful, as before and to lighten the situation, I said to her in jibe, 'You need to concentrate or else may cut your fingers!' She lowered gaze, turned red faced but could not avert looking at her intermittently. Naughty Anita, pretending naïve tempted my maid by showing her crotch. She was applying the lessons I imparted to her at my home with my poor maid! Anita was smiling at me innocently and I showed her my fist mockingly. My maid had to do more to finish her assigned daily works but fearing further such mischiefs from Anita, I told her to leave as she finished chopping of vegetables. I completed my cooking by next half an hour and by tagging Anita headed towards the drawing room. Putting on TV at the drawing room, I asked her to wait for a while, as I had to take bath and she agreed. I was in bathroom while I heard the doorbell and after taking my bath, on coming back to the drawing room, I found pale faced Ron, sitting on a chair. Anita was seated at a distance, face to face, on a three seater sofa. Ron surely did not expect Anita at my place. Maybe he got nervous on seeing her at my place, sitting on sofa in a revealing dress. On seeing me entering into the room, he stood up and greeted me, "Good Morning ma'am." For making him at ease, smiling at him, I asked him jokingly, "Hmm, naughty boy! How're you today?" But my joke could not make him at ease as he answered in a tense voice, "I'm fine ma'am." On coming inside the drawing room, wearing a fresh purple cotton maxi, combing my hair, I sat beside Anita on the sofa. The scene at office canteen came in a flashback. On seeing Anita's exposed breasts, Ron had a hard on, which I touched faking inadvertently. I had chosen the dress for Anita to get the same effect on Ron, wish he knew it! "Hey Anita, would you mind to bring some cold drink for Ron? He doesn't look fine!" I asked her. "Yeah, no problem," she replied on getting up from the sofa. Ron's eyes followed her, as she moved inside, swaying her cute butt. I asked him mockingly, "How do you find her?" He did not reply. He tried to avert gaze and I laughed off, "Are you hard now?" Surely he was aware of my purpose of calling him at home and might have expected something similar or more than the last time. He knew, Anita and I were close enough in office and from her presence at my home, he could guess that Anita would be here with me. But still nervous, he could not answer me and I had to repeat, "You're looking at her, didn't that make you hard?" I asked him with a serious face. He remained silent in reply and by then Anita entered into the room holding a tray, carrying three glasses of cold drinks. She handed over a glass to Ron, another to me and sat beside me on the sofa holding the other glass in hand. We sat there silently, watching TV for a while. Ron could not watch the TV, since it was on a table at his back. He sat quietly looking down taking sips from his glass intermittently. In a while, on finishing my cold drinks, I kept my empty glass on the tray. Ron too kept his empty glass on the tray. Picking the tray from centre table, I got up from the sofa to take those to kitchen. Ron offered to help, "I'll take those,' he said. I gave him the tray and he went inside. Finding an opportunity, I cackled and said to Anita, "Hey, why don't you pull up your legs on the sofa? Let him see your bare pussy!" She giggled while lifting up legs and tilted back on the sofa. Folding knees, she kept her feet on the sofa. Lower end of her maxi reaching upto her knees, bared all in view for anyone sitting in opposite. On coming back into the room, Ron moved at his chair straightway. Ron's eyes sparkled while sitting on chair his eyes fell on Anita. She was sipping cold drinks from the glass with an innocent face. Quickly, Ron's gaze moved to my face and I was smiling at him. I could not see what was in Ron's view since I was seated next to Anita but excitement was palpable in his eyes as she drew apart and closed her knees in rhythm, sipping from her glass. Anita turned face towards me, as if asking for my approval and I asked Ron, "Tell me now!" He changed glance looking at her legs and at my face alternatingly. Apparently, he was excited and at last he nodded his head. "Come here, prove it!" I quipped. Slowly on getting up from the chair, he came and stood in front of me with a flushed but nervous face, as if not knowing what to do. Without wasting time, I rubbed my hand over his dick, trying to hold it through the tight jeans, he was wearing. Anita was calm and cool. No more sipping cold drinks from the almost empty glass, she held the glass touching on her lips but her eyes were fixed at my grip. Exploring Anita Pt. 03 "Show me now! I want to see your hardness!" I asked him. My hand was fumbling with his zipper when pushing aside my hand, he unzipped at ease. Putting my hand inside his pant, lowering his blue coloured brief, holding his hard, pulsating dick in my hand, I took it out from his pant. I moved my hand, as it sprang free in open and the amazing long, erect dick with its reddish tip came in view. I took it in my hand again but could barely cover one third of its length. I looked up at Ron, his eyes were at Anita's pussy. I looked at Anita and she was looking at his dick in my hand. I turned face at her and asked, "Can you see the tip?" Without changing glance, she nodded her head. I asked Ron smilingly, "Do you like, what you see?" "Yes ma'am," he replied in a low voice. While holding his dick in my hand, looking at him, I asked, "Mind, if I play?" "No ma'am," he struggled to answer. I started stroking it back and forth and asked again looking at him, "Would you mind to cum for her?" Anita moved forward from her reclined position, putting her knees wide. Her face was about two feet away from his dick, I was holding. She was looking at it intently while stroking with my fingers back and forth, pushing back foreskin, I bared its red tip. Turning head, looking at Anita, I asked her again, "Isn't it amazing?" Looking at the dick in my moving fingers, she replied absentmindedly, "Yes, amazing!" Turning my gaze, looking at Ron, stroking him faster, I asked him, "Do you like it?" His answer came quick, "Yes ma'am," and he continued, "May I touch there?" I was still looking at his face and asked him, "Where?" He indicated me towards Anita's pussy and I retorted, "No way, you can just look there!" I did not know, what Anita felt; she might have cringed with his request but with my reply, she pushed up her pelvis to let him see more. I could sense from his heavy breaths and heightened moves in my hand that he was coming closer and keeping pace, gripping his dick more tightly, I moved my fingers faster and in no time, he cummed in spurts, throwing white liquid on her face. Quickly, I moved it towards me and he continued spurting, spreading it all over my maxi. As I squeezed his dick, emptying it on me, Anita with cum on her face ran inside. His dick was still hot and hard in my hand while I wiped it with my maxi, trying to clean and dry it while Anita came back into the room with water on her face. "Naughty boy! You've spoiled my maxi!" I scolded him mockingly. He replied with an apological look, "Sorry ma'am." "You have to do it again! It's your punishment for spoiling my maxi!" I scolded him again. Anita in disbelief, stood a far while taking his semi-hard dick in mouth, I started to suck. In no time, it hardened again in my mouth and he thrashed it deep, filling my entire mouth. Scared of getting choked, hurriedly, holding base of the dick, I took out from mouth but continued sucking just the tip. In a spur of the moment, taking my breasts in both hands, he squeezed them hard, as he cummed into my moth, filling with his juices. I gulped those greedily, as Anita was standing a few feet away from us, looking in amazement. When he took out his limping dick from my mouth, wiping my lips with my hand, I smiled at Anita. ***** Exploring "I think I want so many things that I doubt they exist in just one man. But I'm not quite jaded enough yet to really accept that" She added a little more sugar to her coffee for the kick and also to stall a moment while she thought about how to answer the question. It was rare for one person to keep asking her things that required thought before she spoke, though she was finding it a pleasant surprise. "I want a friend, someone I can sit and talk with for hours on end about anything or nothing at all. Maybe it makes me a snob, but I want a man who is educated, refined, has a good career and ambition." It occurred to her that what she was starting to describe was her ideal match, but then, why should she have to settle for less than that? Bill had been open and honest about what he wanted right down to a woman who was attractive, why shouldn't she be just as honest? She was at the very least, enjoying the company, so when her cell phone went off, she merely reached over for it and silenced it before putting it back down. "More than that, though, I want someone who truly gets me. As much as I might be setting back feminism here, I want a man who has some old fashioned charm, pulls out chairs or open doors, someone who isn't afraid to take charge because it's what we both want and need." So much of what he'd said spoke to her. The idea was that someone else could know her so well that they knew what the best choices were. She thought she understood where the comments about freedom came in. She could see the appeal there. "I never really thought of it in terms of labels. Submissive, slave, master, whatever labels you want to put on it, in essence, I want someone who will be the best they could be, because they have me, and who will make me the best I could possibly be." Bill sat back in his chair when she made the completely innocuous comment about a man who would pull out her chair or hold a door for her. He didn't know why that spoke to him in the way it did. Perhaps it was because he was so accustomed to thinking of his ideal partner as a slave that the thought of her as a lady, too, was something he hadn't considered. Yet it was something that he very much insisted on. He was very much a take-charge sort of man. In real life, he wouldn't force it on a woman but it was what he was used to and wanted. And then she ended by saying she would make him the best he could be just because he had her. That shook him to his core. He sat there dumbfounded, just looking at her. For once he didn't know what to say. "Paige, what you have said is giving me the creeps because as ludicrous as it sounds, you have just described me. I don't know how refined I am but I do have a good education and I am ambitious at work but even more so, I am ambitious in terms of the kind of woman I want in my life. I want someone who will listen to me and be interested in me as a man. I want a woman who will consider herself a friend but who will also serve me totally when that's what I want. "And what's weirder is that I think I understand you as well. What you said about wanting a gentleman spoke to me. You are a '50s woman who wants a man who wears the pants in the family. I suspect you want to come home from work at the end of the day and relax into being a woman, not a pretend man. That's fine when you are working but it isn't what is at your core. You want to reveal that core and have it prized and appreciated and, more than that, loved. "I would love to stay and hear more but there is something in you that calls to me and I just have no idea if I am just imagining it or if it is real. I am a gentleman and so I will leave you with your virtue intact and I will call you tomorrow after we have both had a chance to think about this and see where we want to go with it. Regardless of what else, I would like to be friends. If you decide you are up for something more, that would be wonderful but I don't want to rush it or push you. So I just offer you my hand in friendship and will say very honestly, I would really like to get to know you more. You are quite a woman Paige Ryan." And with that, he stood up, ready to leave. * * * * * * Was it even remotely possible, she thought, that somehow they had each stumbled upon someone who was the counterpart for what they wanted? It seemed almost too easy. Of course, if you put in the fact that they worked together, that put a huge dent in the easy portion, she mused. She may have freaked him out by the things she'd shared with him, but somehow, in the middle of all that, he'd expressed an interest in getting to know her better. Expressed an interest without actually asking her out, she noticed, but didn't say anything along those lines when he got up to leave. "Bill..." Paige walked over towards the door and stopped him from just leaving. It seemed too bland a note for them to end this night on. After all, they had just shared something with each other which had been an extraordinary eye opener for her. She felt as if there had to be more said than that. "If I can be completely honest, from work I didn't really think much of you. But I can see that my opinion was based on a lot of assumptions and I'm really glad that I got to know you a little better tonight." She opened up one of the drawers on the little table at the entryway and wrote down her cell phone number for him before handing him the paper. "If you're going to call me tomorrow, you should have the number." Bill glanced at it and said, "Paige, let me be equally honest with you. I'm feeling a little like asking someone if they got the license number on the truck that just ran me over. I need to get a grip on what's going on inside. I would really, really like to know more about you to see if we are actually having a meeting of our minds and souls. Frankly, I'm a little afraid of it." He took a deep breath. "You seem too good to be true. I'm afraid to ask you what I really want to know because I have a memory here that I want to carry with me unblemished. You are very, very special and an extraordinary woman. I look forward to working with you even if we are no more than casual friends." He took the paper she held out. "Thank you for the phone number. But it's silly for me to leave and then call you later. I will deal with my feelings." He fell silent as he thought for a moment. He wanted to take her somewhere where they could just talk. "Perhaps we could go to Avalon Park together." He grinned. "Pretend we are a couple of teenagers. How would Saturday be for you? We could have lunch or dinner there." She was far from too good to be true, she thought. Paige was well aware of her many faults. The fact was, she didn't believe that anyone was perfect, but that certain people were perfect for certain people. No one was too good to be true. More than anything, she hoped that working together wouldn't be awkward now though she doubted it would be. They, if nothing else, seemed to have a mutually high opinion of one another on a personal level. As she was reaching for the front door to let him out, he asked her about Saturday and the park. Smiling, she turned back towards him. It was almost as if he'd read her mind again. It was a casual afternoon or evening in the park, but he'd still asked her out. Saturday was the day after tomorrow and she realized that they were still going to have a day at work together as well although the only time she ever saw him there was during department head meetings or, once or twice, when she'd run in to him in the break room by the coffee machine. Somehow, though, unless one of them was unusually busy, she had a pretty good feeling they would run into each other at some point during the day. "Well, Saturday is usually a good day for the park. I'd love to. As it happens, I'm rather free Saturday, so the afternoon or evening works for me." "That sounds wonderful," he replied. "Then let's make it afternoon and then, if you want, we can have dinner." He said goodbye and headed back to his car. * * * * * * She was amazing, he thought. He knew she probably had faults just like everyone else but he was very prone to overlook them if things worked out. Unfortunately, he didn't really expect they would. That would be too much to hope for. There was one thing that wasn't negotiable as far as he was concerned. He was a passionate spankophile and spanking for him was a major part of sex. Most girls, even those who were slightly masochistic, would, if they tolerated it at all, not really enjoy it. But as far as he was concerned, sex without spanking was like romance without kissing. It just didn't make it. He wondered how her desire for respect, holding a door for her, pulling her chair out, would fit with her being a slave. What was interesting was that some of the girls he had known found that in itself to be rather submissive. They had to wait while he did that for them and he insisted that they do. A major part of submission was humiliation play but it was play and it actually had the opposite effect. Instead of running them down, it served to build them up, to strengthen their egos. They reasoned, correctly, that he would not play with them that way unless he was confident that what he was saying wasn't really true. He would never dream of telling a girl struggling with her weight that she was a fatso but a girl with the kind of stunning figure Paige had, he might. Not until he was sure she wouldn't take it seriously, of course. She certainly was beautiful. But it was more than her spectacular figure and face. She had a beauty of her soul that he could sense and liked very much. He wondered if her desire to have a man in charge, have one who would take care of her, would extend to one who would also discipline her physically. He couldn't bring himself to ask because when she said, "no," it would shatter his dreams. Better if he lived with the fantasy a little longer before moving on. ***** If there is any interest, I will do more on this story and post it.