THOSE UNFORGOTTABLE DAYS OF MINE

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THOSE UNFORGOTTABLE DAYS.

That was shaping up to be quite an afternoon. Just a couple of hours back when I left home, it was bright and sunny and now it looked like there would be a heavy downpour any minute. I was cursing myself for my decision to leave the umbrella behind when I left home. Carrying the groceries on one hand and the bag full of novels and books I had purchased on the other hand I was looking for an auto to escape the rain and reach home as soon as I can. The usual slow moving autos in the bus stop looking for customers seem to be missing. Cursing myself I was waiting there impatiently when the first drop of rain fell on my bare back, just below my neck, just above the blouse. Before I could realize the raindrops were all over and becoming more intense by the second. The shelter at the bus stop was already packed with people, a combination of the ones waiting for the bus and the homeless protecting themselves from the rain. Feeling sorry for them and feeling equally sorry for my own self I was standing outside in the rain. As the rain intensified I was getting slowly but thoroughly wet. In a couple of minutes my blouse and my saree were completely wet and were seemingly getting wetter. I covered my head with the pallu and could feel the raindrops trickling through the saree gap at my lower back steadily seeping in through the waistline reaching my spine, making me shiver. I was holding the plastic bag containing my books closer to me so that the books are at least spared from the nasty rain. Ironically my mind was recollecting the song where Urmila was enjoying the rain with a big smile on her face walking along the market place. I was wondering what she would be thinking in reality if she had to stand like me. Despite the situation I smiled a bit. Thankfully the bus that I should take arrived as I was looking around pondering the situation.

I wasted no time and boarded the bus. The bus was excessively crowded as I expected. Seemed like everyone in the city wanted to board that single bus. Miraculously I found myself pushed inside and standing on the second step of the bus amidst a lot of people holding my both my bags on one hand, desperately looking for something to hold on to, as the bus moved slowly. Behind me there were men hanging on to the wet rails perilously, having space enough for just one foot and the conductor yelled at them to get in. He looked at me standing on the steps in an awkward position occupying a lot of space too. He barked at me, “Step inside madam, and make room for others too”. With that I heard someone from behind yell at me to move forward too. As I was attempting to move I felt a pair of strong hands circling my waist and pushed me forward. I moved up one more step, but the hands were still circling my hip. Those wet hands slipped from my waist and squarely landed on my butt cheeks. In the pretext of pushing me forward, the hands pressed my round butt cheeks. Soon I heard a loud voice from behind presumably the owner of the hands, “move forward madam, there is no space here”. I tried to move but found myself totally jammed in the crowd. Holding on to my bags, water still dripping from my saree totally wet from head to toe, I decided to ignore his hands as of now and didn’t want to create a scene now as it is already stressful for everyone there.

I did manage to move up from the last step and inside the bus somehow. I could sense that the person caressing my butt was standing right behind me. I could smell the odor emanating from the mixture of a musky scent and his sweat. He was literally breathing right at my neck as I was standing awkwardly bracing my bags to my body. I dismissed the thought of keeping the bags on the floor, as the floor was completely wet. My pallu was around my neck as I dropped it off my head once I was inside the bus. The murky light in the bus was doing no good to illuminate. Though it was just four in the afternoon the bus was so dark because of the dark clouds and the heavy rain. He placed his palm lightly on my wet saree again, seeing no resistance from me. I decided to bear with him, as my home is just 2 stops away. The bus was inching away slowly due to the crowd and heavy rain. Personally, I am much grateful to be inside the bus rather than standing at the bus stop. I should stop at this point and tell a bit about myself. I am a housewife, 35 years old. Due to the nature of my husband’s job we move places quite frequently. We moved into this town a couple of months back and things are still quite new to me. I look fairly attractive. I am 5 ft 7” tall and fair complexioned with an attractive face. I still get those lusty looks from passersby as I walk in the street which I take pride of secretly. I am 36C 30 38, quite curvy at the right places. Back to the bus, the stranger’s wet hands are now prodding those well-formed butt cheeks over my wet saree. He could feel the features of my butt and my panty line quite clearly as the wet saree was clinging on me like a second skin. I could feel his hands allover my butt and his fingers lethargically tracing the line of my crevice. He seemed to like the shape of my butt formed over my saree as more and more of its contour was getting exposed as his fingers pushed the thin wet saree material deeper into the crack. At one point I could fell his thumbs from left hands pushing my cheeks and the rest of the fingers caught the elastic of my panty line from my left butt cheek over the saree and dug the saree deeper into the panty. He seems to be enjoying thoroughly as he pushed my panty towards my butt crevice and managed to stuff it in the gap with some force that made me gasp. The wet saree and petticoat could now make free contact on my left butt and his palm totally rested there. Over the saree and petticoat he was taking his time kneading the flesh there while his right hand reached for the exposed bare skin at my midriff.

I was beginning to get worried as he started to pinch my fleshy curvy hip. As the bus stopped and there were some reshuffling going on, I thought of using the opportunity to move away from him, but apparently he was not happy with my idea and as I attempted to move I found his hand on my hip strongly embracing me and pinched me hard directing me to stay. I gave up and stayed put, as I had to get down in the next stop anyway. Despite myself I was beginning to get excited from all the heavy fondling. I stood there as a statue as he continued his assault switching hands now. His right was massaging my butt and the left doing all the adventure at my hip. He spared my boobs as I was tightly hugging my book-bag covering my boobs. He decided to make the best use of what was available at the moment. His wet left hand traced the vast expanse of my curvy hip and resting at the folds duly appreciating them and once or twice attempted to move inwards towards my navel. On both occasions my heavy book bag preventing him and the gentleman as he was, he accepted my resistance. Little was he aware of my sensitivity at that area and I didn’t want to take chances too as I was getting turned on as it is.

As my stop approached tried to break free from him receiving another painful pinch at my hip. I turned and looked outside the window looking for the bus stop while using my hand to adjust the mess me made at the back to my saree. He got the indication that I was going to get down and he removed his hands from me quickly. I was surprised for an instance at his lack of resistance and continued to adjust, straighten my saree at the back, pulled it off my panty, and while I was repositioning my panty I could sense something brush my hand and more out of instinct I caught hold of it. I moved my hand over the length of it for a few seconds welcoming the warm sensation, thinking over what it could be. It took a few seconds for me to realize that it was his stiff rod. Shocked all over I shook it off my hand in an instance and moved my hand to the front to hold my bag just in time as he failed to grab my hand to force me to hold it. Frustrated, he began to ram his hot stiff member on my butt aiming for my crevice and began moving it along the length, but the wet saree would have stopped him from providing the sensation he was expecting as he pulled it back quickly and muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t comprehend. I was just on time to get to the steps to get out of the bus as my stop approached. Thankfully, my suitor at the bus didn’t get down too, pursuing me. Perhaps he decided to stay behind because of the rain.

It was still raining cats and dogs as I was standing under the shelter of the bus stop. Involuntarily I caressed my left hip, at the place where the rascal pinched me so hard. Even at the dim light I could see the skin that turned red now. I was the only person standing there as the others that got down either had umbrellas and walked away or had someone picking them up. It was only nearing five in the evening but was already getting dark. I was looking around hoping to find an auto, standing in the bus stop shivering all over due to the cold wind. My house is about 10 minutes walk from there but I was wary of walking in the rain since I was very prone to the migraine head ache if my head is wet for a sustained duration. Again, there was no luck and no autos to be seen anywhere in sight. After spending a cold fifteen minutes there I decided to walk home from the bus stop. As I stepped out in the rain, I was planning to dry my hair with the hair drier the first thing after reaching home. In the next few minutes the torrent rain, didn’t spare even a bit of me and I was drenched all over from top to bottom completely as I hurried off towards home, walking and running. I had covered my head with the pallu, which offered not even a meek protection. As I walked into my street, my house came in to view finally. When I saw my house I felt like an abandoned sailor lost in the sea, after days of his quest finally spotting land.

I hurried to my house, opened the compound gate and rushed to the front door and sighed a relief as I stood under the sunshade. I dropped the bag and fished for my keys in my handbag. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t find the keys!! I sat on the steps, exasperated, started searching for the keys frantically. I emptied the contents of the handbag on the floor and shook the handbag upside down. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I lost the keys!! The thought of it struck like a blow on my face. I was staring at the door for a long moment, dumbstruck. Finally, I was assessing my position. My husband Sunil was out of station on one of his field trips and would return only a two days later. His contact number is inside the house. I couldn’t remember his new office number too as he has moved in here quite recently. My son, is happily spending is summer holidays at his Grandma’s place 500kms away. He was so jubilant when he left last week, about the prospects of spending two weeks at his Grandma’s. So here I am stuck in this place all alone. I could get Sunil’s telephone number of his new office from the directory, but I need access to the directory. More importantly I am shivering now. We don’t have any relatives in this town and no friends from his work place that I know of, yet.

Scratching my head I looked around and found the light from the living room window of my neighbor. He is Ravi and he introduced himself few days since we moved in. We don’t know much about his family, but he was a retired widower in his mid fifties who had spent most of his days in kerala working as a government servant and came back to this town, his birth place to retire. His daughter, 10 years younger than me, got recently married and visits his father during the weekends as her husband works in the same time. She has become a good friend of mine over these few days of our stay here as she used to visit our home in the afternoons sometimes. Her father Mr. Ravi, when he had come to visit our place for social visits, became quite close to my husband as their interests collided. They would like to discuss about various topics from cricket to national geographic to photography. Well, enough about these people now. As I stood at the entrance of my house shivering I thought the best option available is to seek their help.

I collected my bags and stepped in the rain and ran towards their house. With the pallu still over my head I was still out of breath due to the “quick walk” and my heavy boobs were swaying up and down as I breathed hard while Ravi opened the door. A short man he was, his face was directly at the level of my boobs. He was notoriously short for a guy only barely crossing 5 feet and when I was standing in front of him, my 5 ft 7” looked like I had a towering frame. He was short and had a stocky muscular frame and was quite fit for his age. At the moment his eyeballs were almost out of their sockets as he stared at me. Most of my midriff was wet and exposed as my pallu hung carelessly over my head and he was having an eyeful of my heaving boobs and my deep navel just inches away from him. It was the first time he was seeing “so much” of me, but I was too tired to cover myself as I stood holding a bag in each hand and my stupid handbag precariously hanging from my left shoulder.

Please come in madam, (he likes to address me that way despite our age difference).
I felt very welcome as he let me in without asking why I was there standing at his door. As I managed a meek smile and let my “total drenched self” into his living room, he quickly closed the main door behind me with his eyes still sizing me up. He was getting a clear idea of the contours of my body as I slowly walked with the natural sway of my hip to the middle of his living room as he stared at my butt dumbfounded. I dropped the bags and turned to face him while he was still staring at me. I felt uncomfortable at the awkward silence in the room. I broke the silence and started with a “Mr. Ravi”. He was back to his senses and he hushed me, and hurried in to the bathroom, returned with a towel. “Here, first dry your head and then tell me what ever it is”. I appreciated the care he was showing towards me. When he came close to me to hand the towel, I could smell a familiar yet unfamiliar smell on him. I looked around as I got the towel from him and could spot a bottle of alcohol and a small glass filled with a portion of it by the side on the table. That explains the smell, I was thinking to myself and as I took the towel from him.


Edited By Guttu
Reason: hide tags removed on 10/02/07

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