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Hi ... This is Chithra.. Here is another fantasy I'd like to share with your all ....
Some old cine song was playing in a low volume on the radio while I was busy cleaning the house. It was raining heavily on a dusky summer evening. It became quite dark at half past 5 in the evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky from what's left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole settings. Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio rushed the memories of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and absently gazed at the old woman and two kids walking on the street under an umbrella that was counting minutes of it's existance. It reminded me of my own countdown which showed less than 48 hours for the return of my husband. Yes, My husband had been on a business trip for a week and 5days have passed by. I miss him the most now, the last 2 days. I was picking up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place where i left to continue cleaning when i was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the door bell.
I walked quickly to the door half-hoping that it was my husband that returned early. When I opened the door, there was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. Over the sound of the rain , the young man shouted to make himself heard... "Are you interested in our product madam??" and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. I couldn't resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for him and motioned him to come in. When he came in I closed the door. He smiled at me. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain? . He said that he lived 3 train stations away from here, and was done for the day. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and on the way, wanted to try his luck in our place. I told him to stay inside for a bit as it was raining heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the verandah. I caught him staring at my thighs, then suddenly realised that i was in my cleaning costume!!.. my saree bunched up and tucked at my waist. He looked away quickly. He seemed to be nice enough and polite. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusedly. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while i went to the kitchen. I came back with a cup of tea for him. I feelt sorry to see him shiver. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips to get the warmth inside him. He felt betterand seemd to be almost normal.I told him to
sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail.He was quite nicely built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, i suddenly remembered the purpose of his knocking on our door. Oh, about that stuff.. i am not interested .. (while i was saying .. a sudden thought stuck me.. may be he has some special variety that looks sexy and i could surprise my husband when he is back.. ) , So i said ,"ok i will look at these .. but you will have to wait since i am in the middle of cleaning the house.." , "Is that OK?". He nodded as he had nothing better to do.
I got up and to go to the bathroom to pick up the mopper and saw him taking a peek through my saree and got a contended view of my fleshy deep navel. I am a 34 year old and I have a pretty good structure to make atleast a good proportion of heads spin while I walk in the street. am 36C 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. When i am at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing panties. I almost always tie the saree below my hip. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my waist, a bit more than usual , just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mopper to clean. I could see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out. "Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, i started mopping , without waiting for his reply. I could notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mopper back to the bathroom. "you are almot dry now ", was my passing comment while i was leaving the hall. The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more.
I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as i forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiing for the next command. I told him what he liked to hear.. "Please hold the stool , will you? ". He nodded , "yes madam , the floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel . His face was actually only inches away and i could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to it , tucked my belly inwards a bit.
When I started cleaning the first wing of the fan i had to stretch my hand wide , away from me and part my legs wider too , to reach till the tip.I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully i guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bent down to pick up the pen.I was sudddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree i saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.