Mishra-ji rebuked the rickshaw driver and he apologized. But there was no apology to me from any of the males for touching my boob in that sudden jerk. By this time Uday had shifted his hand from my breast to my shoulder at my back. I was rather comfortable at this approach from him. Mishra-ji’s fingers were still nimbly touching the sideline of my right boob as the dog had also shifted its position somewhat by that jerk.
Mishra-ji: Beti, are you okay? Hope you are not hurt anywhere?
I was feeling confused as while this old man was talking to me now, I could feel his fingers were brushing on the bulging cup my blouse. I scolded myself in the mind for thinking ‘differently’ about this old man. He is so caring!
Me: No, no. I am absolutely fine.
The auto rickshaw moved on, but now at a slower speed. Uday was not still for a moment. He was now caressing my back over my blouse and tracing my bra strap. I almost trembled as he traced my bra strap from my shoulder and started moving down over my back to the hook over my blouse. I was trying to talk normally so that the old man does not understand about the naughty acts going ahead just beside him.
Me: Moti, look here. Tu tu tu tu… Do you like me?
Mishra-ji: Moti nod your head.
While all this silly talking were going on round that dog, Uday’s middle finger and thumb were actually busy picking up my bra strap and was pulling it slightly from my body. He was like playing with it, pulling and leaving it the next moment with each jerk. No woman can sit comfortably if someone is playing with her bra strap like this, but still I was trying my best because I was getting (s)excited by these acts. Uday probably was fade up after sometime doing that and moved his right hand down my blouse towards my butts. I shifted slightly forward as if to cajole Moti, which aided him to place his hand between the seat and the back of my body. I felt his hand was moving down tracing my spine and was on my waistband now.
In the meantime, I was trying to cuddle Moti so that Mishra-ji also did not notice what Uday was doing. Mishra-ji’ was to my right and he had put his right hand almost in an embracing position on the dog, which in effect brought his fingers very close to my right boob. Since my right hand was also at his back to make space his fingers were actually poking my right boob every now and then with the vehicle jerking. Initially I was not minding that thinking of his age, but once I felt his thumb rubbed on my nipple over my blouse and bra. I thought it must have been unintentional, but the touch was making my nipples harden.
Mishra-ji: Beti take Moti in your lap. I think he will stay there.
Me: No, no. If he bites?
Mishra-ji: Beti trust him. He will not bite your… after all he is not your husband.
I blushed hearing this chitchat. Mishra-ji laughed loudly probably to make me feel at ease.
Mishra-ji: Hope you did not mind anything beti by my naughty words.
Me: Its okay. You have a good sense of humor.
I was still blushing in front of this old man. I brought my right hand from the back of Mishra-ji to take Moti in both hands. He tried to place Moti to my lap, but since the dog was getting restless coming to an unknown lap, I was a bit scared.
Mishra-ji: Beti don’t fear. Moti is very well behaved. Chu. Chu. Moti, be still.
The old man had to turn a bit now towards me and with his both hands he was still holding the dog, as it was struggling in my lap. I was feeling Mishra-ji’s touch on my fingers as we both were trying to hold the dog. Uday seeing Mishra-ji turning towards me was not moving his hand. He was touching me around my waist and trying to insert a finger into my petticoat. Thankfully he remained still now, but the restless dog was giving me a hard time because in controlling the dog, Mishra-ji was pressing my juicy mangoes with both hands from the front. What he was doing, though he was almost my father’s age, would excite any matured woman. But I still felt it was unintentional on his part and he was earnestly trying to control the dog only.
After some moments, Moti was quiet and sat on my lap close to my boobs. By that time I had enough gasps as Mishra-ji’s fingers pressed and rubbed on my 32-size breasts a number of times with Moti in his hand. Uday did not waste any time as he saw the dog was quiet and started inserting his finger inside my petticoat and was trying to touch my panty I understood. Thankfully I knotted my petticoat very securely and he was not able to insert his finger to any significant length.
Mishra-ji: Beti let me keep one hand on Moti so that I can control him if he does any mischief.
What should I say? Though the approach was very humble from the old man, but this would actually enable him to touch my erect bulging boobs almost constantly. I nodded and this time he turned towards me significantly and asked me to shift more towards him so that he can easily manage his dog. Where should I shift I thought to myself? If I shift more the posture he is in practically I will have to sit in his lap! Still on his request I shifted a bit and now my silky firm globes of my buttocks were almost on his thighs and he could very well feel the roundness of my big ass. Honestly I felt he had no ill intentions, because it was all situational demands.
Mishra-ji: Now it is better Beti. I think you are comfortable.
Yes, sitting almost on the thighs of a 50+ man for a 28-year-old woman has to be ‘comfortable’. I indicated agreement and this time I was somewhat shaken by his bold movement. The dog was revolving his head to and fro and he placed his palm on its head and I noted though his palm was there on the dog’s head, the fingers were almost cuddling my left boob. I almost gasped at his action and honestly it was no way a fatherly touch though he was still calling me “beti”!
Mishra-ji: Beti now that I have my hand on Moti, you are safe. You can also hold him freely now.
I could not by any means think that he was touching me on purpose. His voice was so normal, his approach so caring, his elderly age, and his calling me ‘beti’ was making me feel guilty thinking in that ‘dirty’ line. I started taking his touches as situational and started not to mind them. Uday had now left the ‘inserting his finger in my petticoat’ project and was more eager to touch and press my smooth butt cheek and surely I had more juice in my ass than anywhere else and he must have been enjoying a lot touching me there. I shifted again a little bit forward as he was not able to get an entire handful. Now that I shifted a little he was able to freely move his hand and squeeze my flesh there very comfortably. I also was in the seventh heaven getting an ass squeeze again by a different male on the same day!
After some moments, Moti was quiet and sat on my lap close to my boobs. By that time I had enough gasps as Mishra-ji’s fingers pressed and rubbed on my 32-size breasts a number of times with Moti in his hand. Uday did not waste any time as he saw the dog was quiet and started inserting his finger inside my petticoat and was trying to touch my panty I understood. Thankfully I knotted my petticoat very securely and he was not able to insert his finger to any significant length.
Mishra-ji: Beti let me keep one hand on Moti so that I can control him if he does any mischief.
What should I say? Though the approach was very humble from the old man, but this would actually enable him to touch my erect bulging boobs almost constantly. I nodded and this time he turned towards me significantly and asked me to shift more towards him so that he can easily manage his dog. Where should I shift I thought to myself? If I shift more the posture he is in practically I will have to sit in his lap! Still on his request I shifted a bit and now my silky firm globes of my buttocks were almost on his thighs and he could very well feel the roundness of my big ass. Honestly I felt he had no ill intentions, because it was all situational demands.
Mishra-ji: Now it is better Beti. I think you are comfortable.
Yes, sitting almost on the thighs of a 50+ man for a 28-year-old woman has to be ‘comfortable’. I indicated agreement and this time I was somewhat shaken by his bold movement. The dog was revolving his head to and fro and he placed his palm on its head and I noted though his palm was there on the dog’s head, the fingers were almost cuddling my left boob. I almost gasped at his action and honestly it was no way a fatherly touch though he was still calling me “beti”!
Mishra-ji: Beti now that I have my hand on Moti, you are safe. You can also hold him freely now.
I could not by any means think that he was touching me on purpose. His voice was so normal, his approach so caring, his elderly age, and his calling me ‘beti’ was making me feel guilty thinking in that ‘dirty’ line. I started taking his touches as situational and started not to mind them. Uday had now left the ‘inserting his finger in my petticoat’ project and was more eager to touch and press my smooth butt cheek and surely I had more juice in my ass than anywhere else and he must have been enjoying a lot touching me there. I shifted again a little bit forward as he was not able to get an entire handful. Now that I shifted a little he was able to freely move his hand and squeeze my flesh there very comfortably. I also was in the seventh heaven getting an ass squeeze again by a different male on the same day!
Suddenly there was a jerk again and I felt in trying to hold Moti more securely, the old man’s palm fell on my heavy left breast. It certainly was a spongy and bouncy reaction for him from my rubber-tight boobs and the situation was such I could not object to his palm on my breast. The road was adequately dark now and for the first time I felt Mishra-ji was not the fatherly figure that he appeared. He was clearly not holding the dog’s head by his palm, only the arm was guarding it, and instead his palm was more or less directly over my pallu covered blouse. Honestly I was also feeling incredible as one male was caressing my large ass cheek and now another hand was on my upper treasures. Guru-ji’s drug effect was making me act like a slut in this auto rickshaw!
Moti was calm for only these moments and he again started struggling. The more Mishra-ji tried to control the dog; it was more of a massage for my milk tanks.
Mishra-ji: Beti, it seems Moti is not that comfortable on your lap. You can put him down on the floor.
Me: Yes. He is not sitting quiet for a moment even.
Mishra-ji: May be for Moti it is from frying pan to oven.
Uday could not stop laughing on that. He also gave a quick tight pinch on my ass over my sari to appreciate that. I too giggled shamelessly.
But as I put Moti on the floor of the auto rickshaw, he did something, which I was not at all expecting. The dog started sniffing my feet enthusiastically and in no time inserted his head within my sari. It was real precarious situation for me. Uday also seemed surprised seeing that as he stopped coaxing my buttery hips.
Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti, what are you doing dear?
Moti was totally nonchalant to his master’s calls and I could feel the wet nose on my naked legs below my sari and alarmingly it was moving upwards.
Me: Ouch!
Mishra-ji: What happened beti?
Moti was now gently scratching my knees with his legs and sniffing my naked lower thigh area. I did not have to reply to Mishra-ji as the dog’s head below my sari was very evident now between my legs. I was feeling so hot by its wet touches, which I could not probably express. The dog was licking the beads of sweat on my inner thighs now.
Me: Ooooooooh! Aaaaaah! Please get it out.
Mishra-ji: Beti, don’t worry. I am getting him out.
Uday: Madam, don’t move much, the dog might bite you.
Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti. Come here good boy.
It seemed to me that the dog was more into his sniffing and licking under my petticoat and sari as he heard his master’s call. I could feel the dog’s wet nose onto my naked thighs and as it was licking, its saliva on my naked skin was making me shiver as if in sexual pleasure. I was getting moistened in my pussy now, the flow getting heavier.
Mishra-ji: Beti, he is not listening to me. You need to pull your sari a bit so that I can catch my Moti.
Me: Please do whatever, but get that thing out. Ooooooooh!
The dog was now slowly approaching more towards my crotch as he crawled up within my sari. My thighs were all wet now by his cold nose and hot tongue, the combination was turning me wild. My thighs were generating heat now generously and I was in no way less aroused by this dog in comparison to any male!
Mishra-ji: Okay, okay.
Now I as if gave license to the old man to lift my sari!
Moti was calm for only these moments and he again started struggling. The more Mishra-ji tried to control the dog; it was more of a massage for my milk tanks.
Mishra-ji: Beti, it seems Moti is not that comfortable on your lap. You can put him down on the floor.
Me: Yes. He is not sitting quiet for a moment even.
Mishra-ji: May be for Moti it is from frying pan to oven.
Uday could not stop laughing on that. He also gave a quick tight pinch on my ass over my sari to appreciate that. I too giggled shamelessly.
But as I put Moti on the floor of the auto rickshaw, he did something, which I was not at all expecting. The dog started sniffing my feet enthusiastically and in no time inserted his head within my sari. It was real precarious situation for me. Uday also seemed surprised seeing that as he stopped coaxing my buttery hips.
Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti, what are you doing dear?
Moti was totally nonchalant to his master’s calls and I could feel the wet nose on my naked legs below my sari and alarmingly it was moving upwards.
Me: Ouch!
Mishra-ji: What happened beti?
Moti was now gently scratching my knees with his legs and sniffing my naked lower thigh area. I did not have to reply to Mishra-ji as the dog’s head below my sari was very evident now between my legs. I was feeling so hot by its wet touches, which I could not probably express. The dog was licking the beads of sweat on my inner thighs now.
Me: Ooooooooh! Aaaaaah! Please get it out.
Mishra-ji: Beti, don’t worry. I am getting him out.
Uday: Madam, don’t move much, the dog might bite you.
Mishra-ji: Moti, Moti. Come here good boy.
It seemed to me that the dog was more into his sniffing and licking under my petticoat and sari as he heard his master’s call. I could feel the dog’s wet nose onto my naked thighs and as it was licking, its saliva on my naked skin was making me shiver as if in sexual pleasure. I was getting moistened in my pussy now, the flow getting heavier.
Mishra-ji: Beti, he is not listening to me. You need to pull your sari a bit so that I can catch my Moti.
Me: Please do whatever, but get that thing out. Ooooooooh!
The dog was now slowly approaching more towards my crotch as he crawled up within my sari. My thighs were all wet now by his cold nose and hot tongue, the combination was turning me wild. My thighs were generating heat now generously and I was in no way less aroused by this dog in comparison to any male!
Mishra-ji: Okay, okay.
Now I as if gave license to the old man to lift my sari!
No comments:
Post a Comment