Everyone would have surprises in their lives and I had my share too. But this was something one would never expect and it happened in my life. This would be beyond someone’s imagination and naturally I had no hint of it. In summary, I got married to a girl settled in the US. But the surprise wasn’t one you would normally think like she had affairs with others before the marriage or she was a shemale etc.,. Read through to find out the best kept secret of hers.

I had my education in a rural area of my state. Other than couple of occasions where it happened accidentally, I never touched a girl until my marriage.

I am into IT. After finishing couple of years of experience in IT, I moved to US. In the US, I was ping-ponged quite a bit by those body-shopping consultants and finally settled with an insurance company in San Francisco as a permanent employee and got green card later. I had quite a few friends and we used to move around night clubs etc., etc.,. But I never tried touching anyone in those bars, as the American girls never interested me. However, whenever I saw desi females there, I used to get aroused.

Since, I got settled there, my people back in India started looking out matches for me. I insisted that I would marry a girl who was settled in the US so that there wouldn’t be any cultural shock for her. After few months of research, our folks found a family that had been settled in the US, in Seattle. In fact, they were our distant relatives. They were glad to accept the proposal and they wanted to meet me.

I was invited to Seattle during a weekend. I landed in Seatac airport at 10:30 AM on Saturday and was warmly received by my future father-in-law, Narayana Rao. I could see a glitter in his eyes when he saw me. I am 6.1 tall and well-built. He drove me to his place in Everett in his beamer. I received another warm welcome by Mahalakshmi, my would-be mother-in-law. She was looking beautiful even in her late 40s. I wasn’t too sure if women of her age in India would like so young. It might be due to American life style. She was wearing sandalwood color saree with black sleeveless. Fair, active and with an affectionate fresh smile . I was pretty impressed. I was sure their daughter would be equally good looking as both her parents were good looking. I was taken to a room where I freshened up myself and walked into their living room. A young chap, 21, stood up and shook his hand with me introducing himself as Anand, brother of Sujatha, the girl I was going to marry. His had a complete Americanized accent.

We got into a conversation, chatting about locations, interstate highways etc., In five minutes, a nice looking girl around 23 years brought us coffee and snacks. She was Sushmita, Sujatha’s younger sister, in her jeans and T-shirt. She folded her hands and said Namaste. Anand introduced her to me. She sat next to Anand and also got into the conversation. Later we were joined by Narayana Rao and Mahalakshmi. Their one more daughter Suvarna, 19 years old went to was in school. I immediately wondered how they could manage a constant gap of 2 years in between those four kids.

It was not too surprising to hear that Anand was nicked as Andy, Sushmita as Susy, Suvarna as Suv, Narayana Rao as Rao and Mahalakshmi as Mahi by their American friends. After couple of minutes, Mahalakshmi went in side.

They asked me questions about my job, education, place of work etc., and I could notice that they got pretty impressed. Narayana Rao expressed that he was quite happy to give his daughter to a guy brought up in India. Narayana Rao migrated to US 16 years back when Sujatha was 9 years old.

Slowly we became familiar to each other while finishing the snacks. Sushmita served us coffee. While having coffe, I couldn’t kill my curiosity and asked him

“Uncle. I am sorry to ask this, but I don’t see Sujatha?”.
“Well, we want to make it a traditional one. She is getting dressed up and your aunty is helping her”
“Sush.. why don’t you go and check up?” Said Narayana Rao

Sushmita ran in side. We got back into our conversation. I inquired about nearby visiting places. They told me that Mt. Rainier was a must place to visit. Narayana Rao asked me if I would be interested to go there early next day as my return flight was at 7PM. I gladly accepted.

After five minutes I saw all three including Sujatha walking into the living room. I was stunned to see Sujatha and the way she decorated herself. I wondered if girls back in India would prepare themselves so traditionally for these occasions. She was looking stunningly sweet, charmingly delightful and astonishingly beautiful. She was looking so delicate that one need to be careful even to touch her. I was in the seventh heaven seeing her and I thanked my folks a billion for setting up such a nice girl for me. She got a rose color complexion like her mother. Sushmita was more like her father, yellowish and little chubby.

She walked down slowly and sat in front of me. My heart was leaping with joy. She also participated in the conversation. She wasn’t too shy, at the same time, she wasn’t so freaky talking. We didn’t have direct face to face discussion but we were all generally talking.

We all had lunch. Sujatha and Sushmita helped her mother while I was watching Sujatha from all the angles possible. I also noticed that she was throwing looks as she got chances.

After that I had a nice sleep as I got up early that day in San-Francisco. By the time I got up, it was already 4 PM. It was slightly drizzling. Seattle is famous for constant rain. Number of suicidal deaths due to depression in Washington state is much higher than anywherelse in the world due to that climate.

I washed my face and slipped into Jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes. Sprayed a good coat of Dolce & Gabbana and walked into the Living Room. Anand Rao was reading a book, got up and invited me and asked me if I had a good sleep. Soon, everyone including Sujatha joined. Sujatha also changed to Black Jeans and a purple colored T-shirt. She was slim, yet healthy. She was still looking fresh&beautiful, but in a different way.

Anand Rao declared that we would all be going to Space Needle. We got into his Chrysler Town&Country Minivan. Suvarna was informed to stay with her friend until she was called. I sat in the front passenger seat while Sujatha sat diagonally opposite to me in the back seat. Others adjusted elsewhere. During the travel, we exchanged few peeps and I was glad to see the original Indian shyness in her face. I couldn’t help congratulating Mahalakshmi for bringing up her daughter untouched by the American culture. But, at that time I didn’t know that there was something I could never imagine about them.

We moved around the space needle, generally chatting. Anand Rao might have observed my discomfort, he asked me if I were interested to do any shopping. I said no. Then he asked Sujatha to give me company while they went for shopping.

There I was, left alone with the girl I was going to marry. I adjusted my throat.

“Urgggghhh..This is so nice”
“Yeah”
“Would you mind if I ask you a question” I said

I balanced myself on the fence there while she was standing in front of me.

“Do you find me ok?” I asked

I saw a tiny smile on her face. She waited for few minutes and said

“how about you?”

“Oh!!!.. You are fantastic.. I think I am heavenly lucky”

“thanks”, I could see shyness appeared into her face.

“Well.. you didn’t answer my question”

“I believe you have heard?. Not answering the question means saying yes”. Still that “Indianism” of saying yes without actually saying it impressed me quite a bit.

“I am amazed seeing you behaving this way. You are behaving like a pure Indian”

“I am a pure Indian”

“Did you not have any difficulty while studying?”

“No”

“I mean, did you have any boy friends, particularly Americans?”

“I did and I do”

I was taken a bit aback. She did have boy friends. I felt a small evaporating pain in my heart.

“Would you mind me asking you another straight question”.

“no”

“If it doesn’t sound stupid, did you have any physical ..ahem…contact with them?”, I immediately felt ashamed of asking that question

She looked at me sharply but didn’t answer.

“I am sorry.. I shouldn’t have asked that question. I couldn’t help it because you don’t look like typical ABCD but you said you had boy friends”

“I said I had boyfriends, not a boyfriend. Having boys as friends doesn’t mean one would have physical contact.”

“I am sorry”

“It’s alright. I believe I understand where you are coming from. As we are living here, going outside in traditional Indian dresses and behaving the Indian way wouldn’t be appropriate. So, I behave like an American as required. But I preserve my Indian culture, thanks to my mom. I remain like an Indian girl by all means…”

“Hmmm..thanks”

“Why?”

“I am glad that you preserved that special thing for your husband, who I believe is me”

Shyness crept up in her face again.

“So, do you agree to this proposal?” I asked. She smiled.

I extended my hand “Deal?”. She smiled and shook hand with me. “Deal”. I didn’t leave her hand as it was passing a tingling voltage into mine. I could see her hand shivering too. Hers was as soft as a feather and I didn’t feel like leaving it. I saw no attempts were being made by her either to withdraw.

“Did you not shake hands with guys before?” I asked..
“I try my best to avoid..but I had to few times”
“Didn’t feel anything, like what I am feeling now” I said
“Well, as I said, I didn’t want to feel it”

I pressed that hand slightly and left it. Then we talked about our hobbies, movies, books etc., for quite sometime and I thought we became somewhat close.

Anand Rao’s family returned. We all got back in to the van and reached home. In half-an-hours time, Suvarna reached home. She was also equally beautiful but more childish and one could see her younger nature. Pizzas were ordered. After dinner, Anand Rao asked everyone to go to sleep as we were going to leave to Mt.Rainier by 6’am next day.

We drove down to Mt. Rainer in his van. Seating arrangement remained the same. Except this time, we played Antakshari, cut jokes, had lengthy discussions on movies, cricket and it was fun. Myself and Sujatha didn’t get too much of private time except at the end where Anand Rao wanted to leave us alone. By that time, the initial nervousness between us was gone.

“Hmmmm..it has been fun”
“yeah”
“Hey.. just tell me one thing straight.. Are you really happy to marry me?. You have to say yes or no, not those round-about answers”
“Srikanth..I am more than happy to marry you.. Are you happy now?”
“Yeeaaahaaaaa” I screamed and she started laughing.
“Well.. I want confirmation” I said
She looked puzzled. “I said it right?” she said
“No.. I mean it is to be with a stamp”
“What stamp”
I waited few minutes.
“With a stamp on my lips”
Well.. that Indianess came back right in.
“I believe we need to wait until the marriage”
“Well.. I believe everything is set. If you can give me one quickly, then I can wait remembering it until the D’day” I said
“I am sorry.. I can’t do that”.

I got little upset. I wondered if she was too much Indian. Even Indians now-a-days were better with all those hidden cams and all breaking in. I turned my face that side.

“Srikanth.. be a good boy. It’s very difficult for me to do it now” she pleaded.

“It’s alright.. I understand” I said. We started talking in general as I wasn’t sure if our interaction was ripened enough to be romantic. While talking, I took an inventory of hers which I didn’t do until then.

She was pinkish in complexion, around 5’6″ tall matching to my height. Her face was flawless and fresh with heavy eye-lids and delicate lips slightly touched up with lipstick. Her mouth was tiny and puckered like a rosebud. With velvety cheeks and minute chin, her entire face was resembling that of a barby doll’s. Her face has something that would make anyone addictive. Many-a-times I couldn’t be able to turn my eyes off of her.

Her neck was perfectly joining her head and the body while neatly shaping up her shoulders. Her hands were sleek and glossy. Down her neck, remained the most important share of her wealth. Her mid-size chest was a perfect fit to her delicate and slim body. The bulges on her T-shirt were very obvious and ideally sized. I felt an itch in my palms and I struggled to control my urge to touch them. I didn’t see even a slightest distortion of their roundness, I wondered if it had anything to do with the bra she was wearning. Her chest frame wasn’t really wide, while her breasts made it look so. From that point, her body took a narrow route to reach to her waist, where it became extremely constricted. I supposed, I could hold it with one palm. Immediately it widens again in no time creating enough space for her most important denomination of her beauty. Her back was wide and abundantly bulged, defining an ideal design for the jeans she was wearning. The triangle in her front was neatly visible with the flatest tummy and I experienced another thrust in my loins as I realized I was going to steal that treasure pretty soon. I had a severe urge to hug her and crush her under my arms while deforming her definitive shapes. I wasn’t sure if I could wait that long to get complete access to her. I was falling victim to the greed.

I was disturbed with the return of Anand Rao’s family. We had lunch there in a hotel and we started heading back home. There was a traffic Jam on I-5 that caused us to rethink our plan. As a precaution, I carried my bag anyway, so we decided that it would be better for me to go to the airport straight.

We reached the airport at 5:30 PM. Anand Rao took me to a side.

“Srikanth..I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be asking you this if your folks are around”
“It’s ok uncle.. please go ahead”
“Can I take it confirmed that this match is on?”
“Absolutely no doubts uncle. I will be very happy to join your family”
“Thanks Srikanth. I am glad…But there is one thing I want to tell you…..” He stopped
“What’s that uncle.. feel free”
“Well..I don’t know how to convey this to you, particularly because you come from traditional background”
“I believe you are also saving your traditions very well uncle..I am impressed”
“Thanks.. but..” I saw that he was hesitating to tell me something. I was pretty sure it was an important thing.

There was an announcement. Due to increased security risk, travelers were advised to take boarding passes early and pass through security check.

“Well.. it’s that Sujatha has been brought up very dearly by us. Being the eldest amongst the kids, we never refused whatever she asked..but she is a good girl.. very sensitive and mature. My plea to you is to take care of her and never cause her any pain”

I was pretty sure he made it up while he wanted to tell me somethingelse.

“I will sure take care of her uncle.. you don’t need to worry about it.. Do you want to tell anythingelse to me?” I asked.. Ananda Rao waited..I could clearly see his hesitation…

“well.. that’s all I wanted to say.. I will talk to your people and get the date fixed for marriage”.

“Thanks uncle..”

I took Sujatha aside and took her emaild ID and phone number. I warned her to reply whenver I mailed her.

“Sujatha.. I don’t think I will have good sleep from now on until our marriage”
She smiled wryly.

Everyone waved their hands while I was walking into the security area. I could see some kind of disappointment in Sujatha’s face.

I reached SFO and called my folks immediately. I told them that I liked the girl and they could proceed with the arrangements.

Date got fixed and it was next month. Our marriage would be in India, at Sujatha’s grandma’s place. Entire Ananda Rao’s family flew down a week before. Since, I didn’t get enough leave, I had to leave just two days before the wedding.

Back in SFO, after I returned from Seattle, my roommates asked me how my would-be was. I said she was astonishingly beautiful. They congratulated me. Manohar, one of the two roommates asked me if I had a photo. As I showed the photo of Sujatha, I could see a tinge of jealousy in their faces. They said she was looking extraordinarily awesome. I put the photo in my cupboard.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I was recalling Sujatha, her soft beauty, smooth touch, pleasant smile and what not!!!.. It wasn’t the first time I masturbated. I did it many times imagining various actresses and the girls I saw. But this was the first time I was dreaming with my would-be and I came so better than I ever did. It became a routine almost everyday, even when I was taking bath.

Couple of days later, I was in the bathroom. After brushing the teeth, I realized that there was no soap. As I came out of the bathroom, I could see Manohar, still in his bed in his bedroom. What surprised me was that he was holding the photo of Sujatha and was masturbating. I felt a strange pain clubbed with pride. I kept watching that scene. He didn’t realize that I was watching him, I was pretty sure he was out of this world. He wasn’t hurrying it up. His tool was already out as hard as rock and as hot as a volcano and it was throbbing up. He was giving it gentle stokes with his fingers instead of using the usual methodology. Later, he took his penis in his hand and touched it on Sujatha’s mouth. I thought of going there as I wondered if he might spoil the photo. He gave a gentle rub on his tip with the photo for couple of minutes, moved the photo to his mouth as if he was giving her lip kiss while jerking his tool. While glaring at the photo, he stroked his manhood. Finally he came. I could hear him muttering some bad words about Sujatha. Slowly, I moved back into the bathroom and had my share of imagination.

When I came out, Manohar was acting as if nothing happened. It wasn’t a great topic to discuss. I thought I better hide that photo somewhere. All of a sudden, another thought sent shivers into my spine. Of course, once I got married, those two guys would be vacating my apartment and move to some other, but in the same complex. But I was afraid if Manohar would attempt anything to my lovely Sujatha. After all, Manohar’s nature was of that kind. As I know, he did trap few girls, both desis and Americans. A kind of nervousness started playing with my mind after that scene. There was a little fear that started settling in my mind. I thought I would try with my company to see if they could transfer me to Seattle after my marriage. But, at that time, I didn’t know there was somethingelse much bigger than this was waiting for me.

There wasn’t much to talk about the marriage. It was very grand, reflecting the status of Anand Rao. All guests appreciated our pair and commented as perfectly matched. Sujatha was looking so good, I was pretty sure most of the guys that attended the marriage would keep her in their masturbating sessions for sometime.

All formalities were over. She was supposed to spend three nights in our house. After that first night. Then I had to spend three nights in their house and then flew back to our places. Sujatha would go back with her parents to Seattle. Once I got the apartment fixed, she would join me to start our own family. Nothing much happened during her two-day, three night stay at our house as couple of her relatives also accompanied her.

Anand Rao asked me if I was interested to have first night in the famous 5-star hotel few KMs from their village. I wasn’t interested. My fear was about the hidden cameras that are taking headlines all over. Ours would be one hot selling movie if someone did it.

Our first night arrangement was classical. It was in the backyard of their farmhouse under the shade of a jasmine plant. It was basically a posh cottage. One has to enter the backyard only through the cottage. As a safe measure, her grandma would sleep in the cottage.

The way in which they arranged the bed and decorated the jasmine plant was simply marvelous. It was almost like a room, but covered with flowers. They put mosquito repellents and perfume sticks around, so there was no problem from the mosquitos. They also arranged a fan, but there was already some nice, cool, fresh breeze. While I sat on the cot waiting or Sujatha, that refreshing air with pleasant aromas already put me heavens. I knew that it was once in a lifetime experience and I had to make it memorable for both of us for our whole life.

I heard sounds of people getting into the cottage. As expected, Sujatha entered backyard and I could hear her grandma asking her to close the bolt from outside. She did that and slowly walked towards me with a glass of milk in her hand.

She was looking traditionally so beautiful; no one would believe that she was in the US for the last 16 years. As she stood in front of me with her head down, I held her hand and guided her to sit next to me.

“Hey!! Are you pretending or are you really feeling shy?” I asked
She lifted her head slowly and looked into my eyes
“Don’t you remember?. I try my best to be an Indian girl as much as possible”, her voice shivered.

I knew, it was not the time for me to go to next level. After all, it was half-past 8 PM and we had plenty of time to proceed. I took the glass from her hands intentionally touching her hands. After handovering the glass to me, she immediately withdrew her hands.

She was wearing a white saree, with a white blouse and I figured a white bra underneath. She didn’t wear too much of jewellary. She wore a huge bunch of jasmines, few chains of them hanging over her chest over the shoulders. No wonder why our ancestors used jasmines so often. Even the costliest perfumes of France would be no match for the natural aroma of Jasmines of Indian villages.

She was still bending her head as if she was thinking something

“Are you thinking something?”
“No”
“Don’t you think this arrangement is so exquisite?”
“Yeah.. I agree”
“We wouldn’t get this in the US even if you pay a million dollars”
She smiled
“Well..you refused to give me a kiss that day.. Now I can take anything I want”
I could see a reddish tinge extending into her cheeks
“What do you say?” Silence was the answer
“Shall I tell you one thing?” “yeah”
I took her hand into my hands and started rubbing her hand gently enjoying the warmth of that softness
“This is our first night and we are supposed to reveal completely to each other”.. Silence
“What are your hobbies”
“I listen to old hindi music”
“Like Suraiya’s or Geeta Dutt’s?”
“Both”
Our conversation went that way. We discussed about songs, movies, actors for around 30 minutes and I found myself next to her with my hand surrounding her. I gently pushed her towards myself as her shoulder pressed against my chest. It was as if I was handling a flower bunch.

While gently squeezing her shoulder, I said
“Do you think we are close enough?”
“I believe we were made so few days back”
“In that case, shall I tell you something private?” I said
“Hmmmmmmmmm”
“Do you know I masturbated almost every night thinking of you after I left Seattle?” I said
“Cheeeeee..stop it” She closed her face with her hands
“Hey.. you should feel proud of it”
“You should feel ashamed of it to say” she said with a reddened face
“There is no place for shame between us”
“Still..”
“Well.. let me ask you a question”
“Don’t.. I know what you were going to ask”
“What?”
“I don’t tell you”
“Did you masterbate ever?” I asked
“Cheeee.. you are a shameless guy” She got up and tried to go away from me. I followed her and caught her from the back by closing her in my arms. My palms were pressing her uncovered velvety stomach from the back. It might probably her first experience of a guy so intimate to her, she sighed with sweet pain. I bent my head and slowly kissed the back of her shoulder above the uncovered portion of her blouse. I could feel her stiffened in my arms with that touch. With her in my arms, I slowly walked her to the cot and made her to lie down. Now she was lying on her back as I slowly crawled onto her. All of a sudden she felt shy and closed her face with both the hands.

I moved her sari away from her stomach to partially bare it. She wore her sari little high above her waist, her navel wasn’t visible. But there was a very thin line of downy hair that intrigued me quite a bit. I gently kissed her milky, flat stomach. She moaned and uttered few sounds that excited me bit more. As I looked up, she was still covering her face with her hands.

“Hey you didn’t tell me if you ever masturbated”
She nodded her head sidewise indicating that she was not going to answer the question.

I din’t wait for her answer. While kissing her on her stomach, I squeezd the side of her tummy with my other hand. She quivered and screamed “Ouch”..I played with her stomach by caressing with my palm that sent shivers into her body. She held my hand with her hands and tried to take it away from her stomach. While I let her moved my hand, I bent and started kissing her stomach gently. While doing so, I moved my hand towards her leg and felt her left thigh. It was an exquisite feel, tasting her thigh through my hand over her saree. While pressing my palm on her thigh, I moved it a little up to drag her saree over her legs. Saree moved up few inches on her legs revealing the pinkish lower legs. Immediately she pulled her saree down, but that already multifolded my urge.

“What are you doing” She said timidly
“I am trying to discover your secrets”
“I am trying to see something that I assume only you saw before” As I moved my head up to see her feelings, I couldn’t help noticing a weird expression on her face. I wasn’t sure if it was shy or a feeling of guilt or something. But I didn’t have any other mood than continuing my work.

Slowly I moved my head up while kissing her stomach. As it was about to touch the mounds of her riches, she caught my head with her hands and tried to move it away. Temporary I suspended that work by bypassing that part, but my face was facing her face and there were atmost 3 inches between our faces. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her face shivering with anxiety. She had a thick coat of rosy lipstick on her lips. They were trembling as if she was in a freezer. I felt like biting them heard, but I controlled myself. I gave a gentle kiss on her reddened cheeks and I felt her gripping my back with her nails. I moved my mouth all around her face, starting with cheeks, then to ear lobe, forehead, head and then back to the other ear lobe and finally to the other cheek. She gasped heavily each time I touched her and her moaning sounds were gradually increasing in volume. Her moans increased my determination to make her sound more. I moved down to her chin and picked it up with my lips. “hmmmmammaaa” she said pressing me further to her. As she did so, her bulges pressed against my chest and sent further strength to my member that was already at it’s peak shape. I was almost there to taste the first ever lip lock. And the feeling that I was going to smouch a beautiful girl that I had ever seen increased my temptation. I moved my mouth into the bay between her lowerlip and chin. The upper part of my upperlip was touching lower boundary of her lower lip. “oooooohhhh” she sighed in anticipation of the next event. I slowly picked up her lower lip with my lips as sweet juices oozed into my mouth. The taste of her lip was unexplainable. Divine delicacy might be the closest word. While I was tasting her lowerlip, her upperlip was dancing on my mustache giving another luxurious feeling. I gently pulled her lowerlip with my lips and sucked further into my mouth. I could feel the juices of her mouth entering mine making me to feel myself as one of her body parts. Slowly, I left her lower lip and moved my lips little up to lock with hers. Initially she played a passive role in encountering my lips with hers, but slowly she started assuming the lead role. I noticed it when she tried to move her tongue into my mouth. While the lips got jammed over each other, our tongues got a perfect abode to mingle up. Each was trying to understand the other and trying it’s best to feel the maximum sweetness. The competition turned into a clash and each tried to dominate the other. At the end it became so wild that she dug her nails into my back. That fight continued for almost half-an-hour and finally we both got tired as I laid next to her. In another couple of minutes, they wanted to meet again and the play continued for some more time.

While our mouths were researching the intricacies of each other, I couldn’t help my hand taking the role of an explorer. I stretched it out to the best to reach almost to her knee. My idea was to feel her body from over her saree. I started feeling the tenderness of her body as I moved my hand up without disturbing her saree. I didn’t encounter any resistance from her, instead she increased the frequency of her sighs that encouraged me further. I pressed the side of her tummy again that sent shivers in her body. Slowly I moved my hand up to feel the vital treasures of her. As it touched the base of her left breast, she jolted with shy that smashed my lips further onto hers.

I had numerous imaginations myself about the feel of a girl’s breasts. But all my imaginations proved nothing when I felt her breast. It was the silkiest soft material I ever knew. I wondered how the feel would be if there was no blouse between my hands and her breasts. When I cupped her left breast, I was thrown into the dungeons of heaven. I also could feel how she was feeling as she was plunging her nails into my back. I began pressing her breast delicately and slowly increased the brutality. Now her left breast was undergoing a severe assault by my hand. All this time, our smooching activity was still going on and the intensity of it varied depending on my mischief with her breast. I left her left breast and concentrated on her right one. It was a completely different feeling than the first one. Her breasts underwent severe treatment alternatively.

Down below, in my white pyzama, I found my member becoming extremely tender. Still, I didn’t want to rush. After all, it was the first time for both of us. I got up and sat on her but balancing on my knees applying no pressure on her. She closed her face again with her hands. Her saree over her chest was already in a displaced position and I slowly removed it leaving her upperbody in blouse. Her blouse was white and I could clearly see her white bra appearing beneath. A delicate cleavage is visible. I moved a little back so that I get enough access to her breasts. With both hands, I cupped them and massaged them. As I did so, they got deformed and were spilling out of her blouse. She started moving her head enjoying the sweetness in the pain I was causing. I started opening her blouse by unhooking. When I untied the first hook, she murmured something. While I was doing the second one, she huskily asked me to switch off the light.

As I got up to switch off the light, she crossed her hands on her chest. It became dark at once after I switched off the light, but it was more delightful to see her in moon light as the visibility increased. She was resembling a Khujuraho limestone beauty in that moonlight. I reached her again and was impressed to see her removing her hands off of her chest. It was a welcoming sign to me to carry further. Her blouse was half-open revealing the grand profile of her breasts. I finished unbuttoning the rest of the hooks and opened the flops to reveal her treasury mounds overflowing out of her bra. I kissed her cleavage and moved my mouth over her half-hillocks and pressed it on the right uncovered breast. Surprisingly, she pressed my head against her breast as it got buried under it. As I was kissing her breast, her fingers were affectionately dancing in my hair. I spent sometime on them and I thought it was time for me to see her treasures in their natural habitat. I pushed my hands underneath her, and pulled her up as her breasts collided with my chest. While pressing her chest against mine, I undid her bra straps that got burst opened. Feeling shy to show her bosoms, she held me tightly unwilling to separate from me. I started rubbing on her naked back. I could feel peculiar heat generating from her body and her breath was sweetly burning my collarbone. As I was pressing her against me, the bra which was already untied, became unstable on her breasts while they almost got released out of it. While hugging her tightly with one hand, I slowly pulled the bra out leaving her breasts to the mercy of my chest. Her bare breasts pressing against my chest, was a luxurious feeling. I was still wearing the shirt, so I thought of removing it, but she wasn’t ready to leave me. So, while hugging her tightly, I moved my lips over hers and she immediately caught them as if she had been waiting. I was, in fact, dying to see her breasts for the first time in my life and the lip lock provided me a break as she released her hands and move them to hold my face while squeezing the juices out of my mouth. I moved my hand from her back to the front and caught one of her breasts. As soon as I touched her naked breast, she bit me on my lips with anxiety. My palm wasn’t enough to hold her entire breast, so I started feeling it by pressing it. After enjoying it for sometime, I slowly got up by taking my other hand from her behind. Immediately she covered her breasts with her crossed hands, turned her head to one side and closed her eyes. I got up and sat on her again with my knees on both side. I pulled my shirt up and revealed my well-shaped chest. I caught her both hands with mine and tried to remove them from off of her breasts. After a little protest and after tightly closing her eye lids, she loosened up. There I saw the perfection of the creator in carving her so beautiful. She had a medium-to-large size breasts, in perfect round shape. Her nipples were pinkish with light brown areole. Her nipples were already hardened. While sitting on her, I caught both breasts with my hands and started massaging them. It was too much for her to experience and she moaned heavily. After few minutes of massage, I put my hands underneath her again and pulled her to clash her breasts with my chest, both naked at this time. I could clearly feel the smoothness of her breasts and her hardened nipples on them through my chest. I pressed her hard to almost pop her breasts up. We were so tightly hugged, it would be absolutely difficult for even air to pass through. I moved my mouth again over hers to start the liplock act again. With our lips and bodies locked together, we started whirling on the bed from one side to another. Slowly it became wild and I couldn’t resist my hands squeezing her breasts again and again. While we were doing so, her saree got pulled off and she remained in her white petticoat. We both were gasping heavily. After few minutes of wrestling, she became tired and laid flat on her back spreading both her hands apart. That was a great scene. That almost one hour of our foreplay caused her to loose a bit of shyness. While she was laying there, I crawled back on her and this time I wanted my mouth to handle her breasts. I gave another wild kiss on her lips and slowly started moving my mouth downwards. Before reaching her breasts, my mouth visited her chin, throat and her cleavage. As my mouth touched her breast, she sighed heavily like a steam engine. My chin was pressing deep into her breast while I was caressing the upperportion of her breast. I slowly moved my mouth down and reached her areole. I circled my tongue around her areole causing her to moan continuously. At once, I picked up her nippled with my lips and she jolted on the bed with a massive jerk, as it was the first time her nipple was touched, particularly with his mouth. As I started sucking her nipple, unable to control herself, she was coiling her body unable to withstand to the intimate pleasure. Slowly, she got used to the pressure, she calmed down and now she started rubbing my hair affectionately while I was suckling her nipple. I changed my position to the other. Even that caused her to experience a severe jolt and I found a different taste altogether. While suckling her breast, I began massaging her others with my other hand. I did it for so long, my mouth started burning. I thought the stage was set for the final episode.

While suckling her breast, I moved my hand down and picked the knot of her petticoat. She wasn’t protesting this time. I understood that she was also waiting to experience the final play. After pulling the string to loosen the petticoat, I got up and moved down to her legs. She turned her head one side and closed her eyes. But what surprised me was that she was squeezing her breast herself. I believed, she didn’t want to discontinue feeling the ecstasy that she had been feeling so far. I pulled her petticoat down and revealed her bare legs. Now she was laying there with only her white panty. When I removed her petticoat, she stopped squeezing her breast, moved her hand beneath the pillow, pushed it up to hide her face in it. I palmed her bare legs from thighs to the toe and had a good feel of them. They were glossy and were shining under the moon light. I played with her legs for sometime, kissing them, folding them, feeling the entirety of them.

Then I proceeded to the most hush-hush part of her body, still covered with panty. I picked the panty band and began to slowly pull it down. As I was doing so, Sujatha started to quiver again. This time her upper body was doing a kind of up and down motions causing her breasts to jiggle. It added further to my heavenly excitement. As the panty was sliding down, a patch of her pubic hair started to appear. I pulled to further so that ample hair was visible while the panty was still covering her secrecy. Her tummy was as flat as a table. Her navel was neatly sculpted in and the black thatch of hair was just visible above the panty. I wasn’t sure if I would like to see her in a better erotic position that it. I stopped pulling her panty down, moved up and kissed her on her tummy. I traveled to the sides of the tummy causing her to sigh hard. I came to navel and inserted my tongue into it and swiveled it a bit. Her hands moved down and her fingers started caressing my hair. I teased her navel for sometime and then moved my mouth down. She tried to stop me unconvincingly, but intentionally not wanting to be successful. Now my mouth was on her pubic hair as my chin was pressing against her intimate part. There was a faint odour coming from that area. As I was feeling that odour, my member was kicking up against in my underwear. There was something magical about that odour and it was increasing my heartbeat. I picked her pubic hairs with my lips that caused her to moan. I kissed on her abdomen and sprayed the hair with my tongue. While doing so, I moved my hand up and pulled the panty further down to her knees. She jerked violently and clipped my shoulders with her hands. As I moved down, she stiffened her legs and moved them close not allowing me full access to her place of cloud nine. So, it was just a triangle of hairy bush that was allowed for me. I neatly brushed all over her hairy triangle with my tongue. I got up to have a good look at her. As she found me getting up, immediately she closed her eyes, moved her hands over her chest and folded her knee up and bent it on the other not to give a clean look at her. But that made her to look a lot more erotic than she tried to avoid. I pulled my pajama down along with the underwear and the red hot tool jumped out. So long it was burning in side but as it came out, it experienced the cool breeze, it started giving remarkable jolts. There was a certain tingling sensation on the edge of it, urging me to penetrate into my wife’s heavenly inlet as soon as I could.

As I was sliding on her, she removed her hands off of her chest and invitingly held them around me. Now we both were naked and our bare bodies were pressing each other the touch points being her breasts piercing my chest and my engorged manhood pressing on her stomach. Our lips locked again and this time it was a different feeling altogether complimented by top-to-bottom touch of our bare bodies. We started swiveling on the bed, this time more wildly than before. After few rotations, I made her to lay flat and I wanted to finish tasting her sweetest part. I moved down and started my act with a kiss on her tummy and moved down within no time. I sopped her hairy thatch again with my tongue and reached the top most point of the sacred crack. As I touched it with my tongue, she shivered and held my head with her hands, but didn’t try to move it away. As my tongue slowly moved down making way through her aperture finding smooth obstacles in. As my tongue was making way in side, I found it becoming more greasier. When I was about to go further down, she delicately pleaded not to go further. As a gentle husband, it was my duty to oblige her. I stopped my work and climbed on her to lock our lips.

As I reached up her, she raised her knees and spread her legs apart to get me in between her legs. I was surprised to see the subtle invitation of her urging me to penetrate.
As I moved bit down, my manhood touched the portions of her labia that caused her to jerk sharply. This was the first time for both of us. I tried to position my penis over her vagina myself and tried giving few pushes. It was going in, separating her labia, but wasn’t finding correct entry point.

“Please help me.. I don’t know where to insert”
“Hmmm..”
“please..”

She moved her hand down to hold my member. She first touched it and immediately withdrew it as if she got some shock. She did it couple of times and finally held it softly. She guided it to a particular spot in vagina and held it there at one spot. I tried to slowly push it. As I pushed it, she moved both the hands up and gripped the edges of the pillow tightly with loud sighing noises. It went into few inches, but wasn’t going further. I wasn’t sure if I had to push it hard, so I stopped there. Astonishingly, she gave a thrust up as if she was pleading me to pierce in. The tingling sensation in my penis increased and I couldn’t help but to push it down. I gave another thrust and like a magic it went in at once. As it broke into her vulva, she produced a loud scream.

“Ammmmmmaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh”. It was so loud that I was pretty sure her grandma might have felt proud about her grand daughter. My phallus was embraced by the warmth of the layers of her vulva and it was the most incredible feeling I ever got in my life. She was kissing all over face adoringly as if she was so grateful for my favour. I found my member getting bulged inside her and was receiving a very comfortable dwelling. Savoring the pleasures of that union, I hugged her tightly as she was melting in side me. Our lips locked creating the perfection of our rendezvous. We stayed that way for few minutes enjoying each other’s tongue. The tingling sensation in my penis increased and my hips automatically started to pull it out. As it was getting pulled, she raised her hips to receive it again that made me to push it back. This happened hardly for two times. She started convulsing heavily and was digging her nails into my back indicating that she was on the verge of tasting the heavenly boon. One more round of push-pull caused her to scream loudly “awwwwwwwwwwwww”. She clutched my cheek with her teeth and then started kissing my face all over while she was coming. Her action increased the tingles in my penis and finally they converged into a sweet pain emanated from the tip of it and spread into my body conquering my nerves and the mind. I was out of this world. I increased my oscillation while feeling the ecstasy and to my surprise it remained there for longer than anticipated. I wondered if it was the difference between masturbation and the actual sexual act. She gave few wild shudders before slowly pacifying down. Then she started kissing me passionately indicating how satisfied she was with me. I felt the real taste of a woman’s kiss that time. My member was still parked in side and we were still tightly hugging. It was not more than two minutes, our lips met again. After few more minutes, my member because stiff again in side her. We went through the whole process again except that it took longer to experience the bliss, but we thoroughly enjoyed the intimate activity.

We did it again..again..again and again..

In the first round, we did it for 5 times and finally got tired. Hugging each other, we slept without our cloths on. I got up after an hour and saw her next to me completely naked. I couldn’t resist kissing her on her cheek. She opened her eyes and smiled timidly. Again started the kissing game which finally ended up in the divine act. We got up three times and did it.

I got up as my cheek was getting burnt with sun shine. Sun was already up in the sky in full swing. My body was aching. Sujatha was still lying naked there completely out of this world. She was in deep sleep, but the satisfaction on her face was obvious. Interestingly I noticed a couple of blood stains on the mattress. I wonder if it was due to her being a virgin until yesterday. It gave me more satisfaction. I felt the urge again, but I wasn’t sure if she would be ready. There was a blanket on her, but it wasn’t really covering her private parts. But I was surprised to see her so carelessly lazing there without even bothered about her cloths. She might be very tired. As I was adjusting the blanket on her, she got up and immediately pulled up the blanket. As she looked at me, I could clearly see a glitter in her face. I felt proud.

“Good morning”
“Good morning” She gave a faint smile
“come on.. let’s go”
“You go, I will come later”
“OK. I will see you in side”

I unlocked the door and went inside the cottage.
Her grandma was already awake. She was sitting in the hall with a flask and two cups.
“Did you have a good night” she asked.
I gave her a smile, sat in the sofa and picked up the newspaper.
After 15 minutes, Sujatha entered. She was looking stunningly beautiful. Her cotton saree was completely wrinkled and her face was so tired. Her grandma gave an inquiring look at her trying to conclude on what might have happened last night. I saw a satisfying look on her. She kissed adorably on Sujatha’s forehead. I could clearly see a difference between Sujatha yesterday and her today. Before, she was looking more girly and bit childish. Now she was more mature and was looking like a woman. I wondered how girls change within no time.

Our first night was very successful and I felt very proud about it. I heard lot of people saying about failures during first night. Might be, because I browsed so many sites, almost every day, it was not the case with me.

Three fun-filled nights passed. I went to my native and then pushed off to San Fransisco, while Sujatha and her family would leave to Seattle couple of days later. During the flight, I was wondering how to get rid of Manohar as he became a pain point for me. Particularly, after tasting Sujatha for three nights, I became more possessed about her. I was afraid, if Manohar gets a taste of her.

Again, that time I didn’t even have a slightest idea about the startling revelation that I was going to have about Sujatha later.

When I reached San Francisco, Manohar asked me how my first night was. It really pissed me off. I simply smiled and avoided that conversation. He asked me if I brought any marriage photos. I actually had the marriage album but I pretended as if I forgot it. The other room mate Moorthy was a decent person. I asked when they were moving out of the apartment. Moorthy said it would be couple of days, but Manohar said he was going to take couple of weeks. They weren’t going to stay together as Moorthy wanted privacy (I knew he was making it up). I had no other way than to wait.

I called up Sujatha.

“Hey!!! What’s going on?”
“Hi!!! not really much”
“When did you arrive”
“Yesterday night”
“How is everyone”
“Fine. Everyone was happy with the way things went”
“Hey!! You still have to answer the question I asked you the other day”
“What was it?”
“Did you ever masturbate?”
“Shut up!!! You are a naughty boy!!”
“Imagine we both staying in our own privacy”
“Omg!!”
“What was it?”
“I just gulped seeing your excitement”
“You would be gulping something else if this idiot vacated the apartment”
“You are a mischievous fellow. you know that?”
“You made me so.. you know that?”
“Hmmmmmm….”
“Is everything alright now?”
“What everything?”
“Some of your body parts underwent severe assault by me for three successive nights.. Did they recover?”
“Don’t you find anythingelse to talk Mister?”
“Oh!! I have somethinglese Madam”
“What?”
“We need to take our business to next level”
“hushhhhhooo”, she sighed helplessly
“Yeah.. we need to introduce oral technologies and water services to make better DayOverDay profits”
“pschee.. disgusting.. I am going to keep the phone down if you continue that topic”
“Alright..alright.. can I ask you a question?”
“hmmmmm”
“What does an old woman have between her breasts that a young woman doesn’t?”
“Cheeee”
“What cheee.. do you have an answer?”
Silence that side
“Are you going to answer it?”
“I don’t know”
“So, what are your plans for today?”
“Nothing.. eat and sleep”
“Do something before sleeping”
“What?”
“Masterbate!!!”
“You rowdy rascal”
Later we got into general talk about our family, their family, relatives etc., It went on for half-an-hour and it was time to say bye”
“Alright..I will take leave.. You have a good day and great sleepless night”
“Sleepless night?”
“If you have a sleepfull night, then it is ditching me”
“Ok!! Sir.. I am not going to sleep ok?”
“Just kidding dear.. You must sleep provided you get me in your dreams”
“Srikanth”
“Yeah”
“Tell me what the answer is?”
“What answer?”
“For the question you asked me earlier”
“Don’t you really know?. You should know better than me about women”
“I don’t know.. I am just curious”
“Well.. here is the answer.. What does an old woman have between her breasts that a young woman doesn’t?.. It is navel”
She couldn’t control her laughter.. and she kept on laughing. And she laughed so much, she ended up coughing..
“OK.. that’s all for today.. I will catch-up with you later.. If you are here, I could have caught-up somethingelse”
“Cheee!!!.. ok bye!!” she kept the phone down still while laughing.

I felt relaxed.. I was glad that Sujatha was slowly becoming close to me.. I was sure we both were going to make a great family. We kept talking to each other everyday for almost an hour. 10 days passed. This was the latest conversation.

“Srikanth”
“Yeah”
“How long is your friend going to take to vacate?”
“Must be anytime.. we should know in couple of days”
“It’s becoming really difficult for me to stay without you”
“Me too Suji..I am really missing you”
“You were kidding the other day. But I am not really getting sleep. I keep remembering those three days”
“Me too.. Wasn’t it great?”
“Yeah.. I didn’t realize that it would be so nice before our marriage”
“So, you didn’t masturbate before then”
“Why are you so particular about it?”
“I am just being curious”
“leave it!!!!”
“ok”
“If your roommate is not going to leave this week, you must visit Seattle this weekend”
“I can’t wait after your invitation”
..
..

Next day I asked Manohar when he was going to leave. He said he already got the apartment fixed and was going to move that weekend. I didn’t care to ask him where he was moving. I already planned to go Seattle that weekend anyway as it might take another week for Sujatha to join me..

I told Manohar to handover the spare key to me later before I flew to Seattle..

When I got down, I got a sweet surprise as Sujatha received me at the airport. She was wearing Tight Jeans with a yellow T-shirt. That T-shirt has a little low cut that was showing her cleavage. I didn’t like it too much.. but that’s something Americans commonly would wear. Moreoever, that’s another thing with Sujatha that she could seamlessly display a different character..

“Wecome to Seattle”
“Thanks. Your dad didn’t come?”
“What’s the need now”
“Yeah.. we don’t need anyone now” I winked
While we were walking out of airport, she held my shoulder tightly and was almost taking my support. I felt it quite close.
She brought her father’s beamer.
“You want to drive?” she said offering the key to me
“I would prefer to be driven by you anytime”
She pinched my hand with a glinting smile.
We got into the car as she took the driver seat.. After few minutes we were on I-5 towards Everett.

As usual, Seattle was gloomy with light rain. Hardly any traffic was there in I-5 as it was a Saturday, otherwise it would have been bumper-to-bumper during that time of the day.

“If an elephant knows how to speak English and if it sees a naked man, do you know what it would say?”
“What?”
“How can you breath with something so small?”
She burst into laughter again.. I like the way she always laughed. It was pure and always expressed 100% of her delight
“So, it would think it as a trunk”
“Yeah.. How do you make your girl friend scream wildly while having sex?”
“You don’t need to make her.. she will do it anyway” she replied as if she got the answer
“Well.. what’s so funny in it then?”
“I thought so.. I don’t know then.. tell me..”
“Call her when you are having sex”
“Hmmmm..I didn’t get it”
“Think more”
She was silent for a minute and then again broke into laughter…
“Hey where do you get these jokes?”
“I read them on web”
“You browse a lot?”
“Oh yeah!!!”
“What kind of web sites?”
“All kinds”
I placed my hand on her thigh. She looked at me once and kept driving. I slowly started rubbing her on the thigh..
“What are you doing?”
“Entertaining you”
“That’s not entertaining”
I didn’t reply, but I moved my hand towards her secret place.
“Hey don’t do that.. I am driving”
“I am not doing anything”. I unfolded her zip flop and picked the zip
“Don’t do anything silly..it’s dangerous” She moved uncomfortably trying to avoid me
I pulled the zip down as she jerked in her seat.. With one hand on the steering, she tried to pull it up but I didn’t allow. Others wouldn’t see as the windows are narrow on the beamer, outside was little dark with overcast conditions and of course cars would be moving fast.

“Please for God’s sake”
I pushed my hand into her fly and cupped her triangle over her panty by placing my palm vertically down. She was wearing a pink colored transparent panty.
“Hey!! You shaved it”
“yeah.. please remove your hand.. it’s dangerous”
“I like it with hair.. I like it being natural”
With one hand, she tried to move my hand away, but was unsuccessful. She had to control the steering with both hands as the road was going zig-zag.
She might have probably shaved it couple of days back, that area was slightly rough with the buds of hair sprouting up. I held the panty band and push it down to reveal her pink vagina with greenish tinge over the top due to the shave. I inserted my finger near her clitoris area and rubbed that part. Her facial expression changed expressing the feel of sweet pain. She gave one more unsuccessful try to move away my hand. I kept rubbing her clitoris. After few of those rubs, she adjusted herself in the seat to give me a better access. Her thighs were getting stiffened as I caressed her clitoris with my index finger. Then In moved my palm down and tried inserting both the ring and index fingers at the same time into her vagina. She convulsed sighing at the same time. Her vulva already became wet, allowing free passage to my fingers below her vaginal soft bone. I moved my hand up and down to create the friction inside her vagina. As I increased the frequency of thursts, she kept pressing her legs together to make it more ruptured. Initially she started with deep breaths and sighs and slowly she stopped breating indicating her reaching the climax. As my fingers were moving up and down in side her, her juices were getting churning resulting weird noises.

All of a sudden, the beamer going at 80 MPH, violently wobbled and moved to next lane as Sujatha reached her peak that made her to lose control over the steering. It almost hit another car going in the other lane. That driver immediately changed his lane with a huge honk, while showing his middle finger. I immediately withdrew my hand and controlled the steering myself.

Her shiver of ecstacy got converted into quiver of panic.
“I am sorry”
“I told you it was dangerous”, her nostrils were popping up and down like hot pop corn emitting hot fumes. Her cheeks became reddened and a tiny layer of tears appeared in her eyes. I was agonizingly guilty for what I did.

“I was really stupid.. I am sorry”, I kept my hand over her apologetically.
“Couldn’t you wait until we reached home?”
at
We were silent until we reached home. I was warmly welcomed by all the members of the family. Mahalakshmi noticed Sujatha’s nervousness.

“What happened?” Mahalakshmi asked
Sujatha looked at me distressingly and said “nothing”
“Nothing aunty, there was a little problem on the highway.. not to worry”
“You always go on 80-90 Suji.. I always tell you” warned her mother
Sujatha looked at me painfully taking the blame for what I did. I cursed myself for putting her in that position.
It took until evening for us to become normal.

After lunch, Mahalakshmi asked me to take rest. I was allotted a room. I went in side and lay on the bed. After few minutes Sujatha came in and sat on the cot. She was wearing a white nightie. God.. it was so low neck that even a slightest bend could reveal the entirety of her assets. A bit of pain appeared in my heart. It had nothing to do with her assets being easily seen by others. I always felt it reflected the show-off mentality of the girl. Why couldn’t she wear a decent one?

“Are you feeling sleepy?”
“No.. but I wanted to apologize for what did in the car”
“It’s ok. Promise me that you would never do anything that I don’t want”
“Sure”

I put my hand on her thigh. She slowly took it away.
“I hope you are not going to start it again and keep it until night..”
“Then I am not getting sleepy..” I winked
“Let’s watch TV. I don’t miss “World’s funniest animals”

While I sat on the Love Seat, Sujatha sat in the near corner of the sofa. I kept staring at Sujatha’s beauty while she was laughing. It was so refreshing to see. My heart filled with joy with the feeling that she belonged to me.

Narayana Rao and Mahalakshmi entered the living room. He told me that they were going for an “Indian get-together” and promised that they would be back by 7 PM.
At the same time, I saw Anand going out. Sushmita and Suvarna were in side. After half-an-hour, the program ended.

“Are you guys not going to give company to your brother in law?” Sujatha shouted loudly.
“Coming Suji.bit busy with home work” Suvarna shouted back from her room

But Shushmita came out and sat next to her. She was wearing a black nightie contrasting to her body texture. But she wasn’t really revealing much.

“BIL.. what is your work exactly?” Sushmita asked. (BIL short for Brother In Law, as in our language)
“I set deadlines for my team and keep track of them”
“Means, you yourself don’t do any work”
“Well.. my work is to ensure others work”
“hmmmm.. I hate programming”
“Any reason” I asked
“She doesn’t have brain” Sujatha said
“Aye” Sushmita stared at Sujatha
“It’s boring to sit and write the same lines again and again” Sushmita
“If you really do programming, then it will certainly be interesting” I replied
It went on for sometime. We were joined later by Suvarna the youngest of all.
When I saw Suvarna, my heart dropped from it’s place for a while. She was wearing a light blue colored nightie. What surprised me were her breasts. She was the youngest of all but had the heaviest of bulges than her sisters. As she came running down, they oscillated in a simple harmonic motion. The nightie also had a wide and low neck and one would need no effort to find the inners of her.
“Shall we play caroms” Suvarna declared
“It’s boring” Sujatha said
“I am ready” I said
“OK.. only two games” Sujatha
“I will take BIL’s company” Suvarna insisted childishly

A table was arranged and Suvarna sat opposite to me. It was a treat to me. Suvarna was also an equally beautiful girl.

We started the game. I never realized that Sujatha would play that game so well, as she wasn’t showing any interest. On the other hand, Suvarna wasn’t so good. But she was acting as if she was the master of the game. Sometimes she would point at one coin, change it and then try hitting another one and it was irritating her sisters quite a bit. But I was quite happy with her delay as I was getting more time to watch her assets.

My height came to my advantage. As she was bending to strike, her assets were clearly visible and even the dumbest of all could imagine her shapes. Her’s didn’t look as round as Sujatha’s. They would probably of melon shape protruding to the sides. She was wearing a black bra. I could clearly see her chest including the black bra that was unable to contain the massive heaps. On the other hand, Sujatha who was sitting next to me was also displaying her to her best. Sushmita’s was simply a small cleavage and not more than that.

What surprised me was their, especially Suvarna’s candid behavior. She didn’t mind rubbing her thigh or scratching her breasts in between. She would pull up her nightie up to her knee and scratch it there. In between she tried adjusting her bra from her nighty making it to contain the overflowing breasts. It was quite intriguing to watch. But luck wasn’t with me.

Anand stepped in and saw us playing. He stood behind Sujatha, cupped her shoulders, bent over her and was watching the game. The way he stood, he had the fantastic down-blouse view of her breasts. I wasn’t sure if he was intentionally doing it, but that scene infuriated me quite a bit. What made me further mad was Sujatha. When she was not having strike, she was putting her hand over his and was smoothly rubbing it. What the hell with these people, I thought in agony. He might be her brother, but it wasn’t the way they were supposed to behave.

I wanted to change that scene. After few rounds, I said I lost interest. Board was removed and Anand went off. Sujatha went inside to bring tea and Suvarna was sitting in Sujatha’s place. She folded her knees up and placed her legs on the sofa. Her nightie got moved up until just below her knees. She was sitting in such a pose that even a slight movement of her legs would reveal her thighs and probably above. What was stimulating was the feeling that she was only 19 years old. I kept an eye on her legs while pretending that I wasn’t bothered about it.

“BIL. Suji told me that you were good at cracking jokes”
I was taken aback. What did Sujatha tell?.
“Hmmm.. not so”
“Can you tell me one joke.. please?”
“Well.. this particular joke has been famous in India.. not sure if you heard”
“Anything”
“This guy was a railway train driver with good experience. One day the train he was driving, went off the tracks and crashed in to nearby fields. A lot of people lost their lives and fortunately he escaped. During the investigation the officer asked him why he drove the train into the fields.. He said ‘Sir.. when I was going at 80 KMPH, I saw a person crossing the tracks. I wanted to avoid him”. Officer said “So, to avoid him, you killed so many people?” Driver “No Sir.. Later I thought of the consequences. So, I decided to run over him”. Officer “Then how come the train landed in the fields?” Driver “Well.. that guy ran towards the fields”

Continued in Part 02..

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