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This is my real experience, that happened when I was around 3rd class but by then it self I was very much intrigued in women's body. To make every effort to get glimpse, observe and complete the experience of women physically was the prerogative always. There have been many ladies but one at the top of the list is whom am about to tell.
There came a couple with a less than a year-old child to stay in the front portion of the house. It was a two room portion - 1 bed room and other hall/kitchen. There is a separate non-attached bathroom just by the entrance a couple of yards away. Both our families have got acquainted soon and since am child they were fond of me since I used to play with their kid all the time. The heroine in the story is the lady of that house and her name is Sandhya from Gudivada, very young then just 18 years, fair, 5’ 7’’ tall well-built with measurements 36C-30-42 inches, who is physically and sexually expressive with her attire but psychologically feigns prudish in front of the selected people, that mainly includes her husband (5’ 4.5’’ & 31 years old). He is shorter and lean than her which is strange and unusual by standards (she got married very early at 15 years of age when she physically suited him and everyone expected her to maintain that size but eventually she grew to a larger size to embarrass her husband always). She looks like a twin sister to actress Sanghavi but a lot fairer and improved version 2.0. Very similar structures and the way they both carry themselves is also very similar. She always wears almost backless and very low cut blouses but covers that based on the people around those selected people. She wears her saree way below her navel to that point where every time you would feel that if you are any lucky further ..... you will end up shagging to her crotch for the rest of your life (I do it now and you would have already known WHY!!!). She is a bit voluptuous given her recent pregnancy.
Here come my efforts and experiences that include success and failures......as PART 1
My mom made me join tuition with her husband as tutor giving me all opportunities to work myself way up. He is one idiot who used to give me home works beyond I can and asked me to stay back in his house doing it. Giving me much time to explore and exploit her. She is a bit careless but given her dressing its being way careless than anticipated. While working chores at home, she didn’t mind her pallu fall or cleavage exposure. I got plentiful of her boobs over the blouse and deep navel. The bulge around her tummy with those pregnancy lines made me mad. She used to tuck her saree to expose her knees when working and I always admired her legs ..... wondered if she shaved them daily. Sometimes she had few buttons of her blouse unhooked like just the bottom two and a top one or two hooked to reveal her roundness of the boobs from the side look especially when she is working. I instantly almost felt like having them already in my mouth. I used to feel an unusual sensation in my body at that time especially in pants. At times the thinness of her blouse makes it being transparent, due to this I used to get abundant idea of her areola. When every time she sits on ground to cut vegetables in south style using Boti with saree raised till knees and her legs across mostly with raised knees and fixed ankles (I made it a point to watch for her thighs and crotch area. Lucky sometimes I used to watch her thighs blissfully but never got glimpse of her crotch in that way. I purposefully used to go near her to ask big doubts though I am aware of to have closer view of between legs and if unsuccessful then the very deep cleavage. I wondered if she is purposefully seducing me with her exposing but never beyond that took place.
Whenever her son is hungry for feeding, she used to send me to play for some time to ensure am not around to get the actual fun part. I used to see her coming inside after taking bath, water dripping from her hair and body. I used to play with those foot marks with water on the ground. I never had courage beyond to look further, dare to go inside the room for further pleasure.
Once it’s raining heavily and am aware that there was a plan to visit a function. She went to take bath. I have made up my mind to take a peek at any cost to watch her buck nude. Bathroom was between houses with anyone to enter the path area and see me by it. It was mid noon with all mostly slept so I went ahead in heavy rain. It was a very small bathroom 4 *5. There is a window shaft for ventilation fan along with a designed mesh. It was all through that I have to get the view of her nude. There was a big banana tree with leaves falling apart by that which I thought can give me the cover all I need. Plan was set and time is passing quickly. I knew she will take a long bath with head wash included since its function - Sravana Sukravaram. South Indians are familiar and understand that logic. I made my swift moves towards the shaft and gave quick look inside but couldn’t see anything, I wondered what’s happening, it was very hot water’s heavy fog in the bathroom limping my visibility. My heart is racing and cursing my luck at the same time, just then I heard someone calling!!! – ‘FUCK am dead’ thought myself and ran back to my home completely drenched without looking back. Then I acted to checking around what’s happening and found that a man was shouting on land line telephone from his balcony. I wanted to kill him immediately – ‘didn’t he find another place to talk’ thought myself; time is running and I was thinking maybe she is now finished with her head wash or even half way through body wash as well. He wasn’t leaving so I went to telephone line junction box in the building and plucked wire going to his home - it worked and he went in cursing the rain. I dashed towards the bathroom now and now it’s clear giving me full visibility to inside of the bath room but only this time I don’t see her!!!!. I peeped in and then went towards the front side of the door of that bathroom which leads to their front door to two room house. Its locked !!! I felt very bad, I wanted to kill that idiot and cursed my luck. In desperation to see her drenching beauty after the bath, I ahead went and knocked the door hard expecting she would run back to open the door immediately and maybe I can get lucky. Its locked !! from OUTSIDE ??............... I went blank ……………., just then I heard her sweet voice from the bathroom asking ‘who is it?’ - Then I checked the bathroom door: Its actually locked from INSIDE not outside so she is there inside - spirits raised now !!! but by then she had shouted twice – ‘who it was’. I thought quickly and immediately responded that ‘it’s me’ and that my mother wanted to check with her how early can they leave for the Tambulam. To which she said that she would come by their home after rain is mitigated and that since it’s raining heavily the function will start with some delay. I said ‘Ok’ to that went back to the window and peeped in there was nothing that I could see. Again wondered if she has skills of invisibility. I wanted to break through the wall to be on the other side. I was fully drenched, shivering due to the cool breeze and naughty thoughts inside, being my first dare at a public place I was literally hearing my heart beat. My mind wants me to be watchful to not get caught and hide by the banana tree if eyes find someone in the visibility. But my heart says that it’s your day and to get lucky to see your dream lady nude. And I was listening and following both. There were then sounds of her bangles, evidently she was applying soap and washing herself. So the action is still on but I am not able to watch it. Pity me !!. Suddenly I see her back as she rose from the ground - SUCK MY DICK!!! Indian ladies as much they prefer to bathe nude as to bathe sitting on the ground or on a stool like this They don’t often bathe STANDING especially when head wash is involved. She poured few mugs of water over her head through her hair, I see her bare back along with 3-4 days old shaven armpit. Then she is tied her long hair up to a bun. Just as I expected her to turn around she just turned a bit to her right to get her hanging towel giving me the little peek at her side boob -- nah!!
not even her nipple was seen - Why is the God playing with me for all the risk I took. She dried up her body with the towel. I jumped high to get the peek at the derriere at least since she is standing with her back towards me. But luck is ‘hard on’ me to not get me the further ‘hard-on’. Due to the size of the window shaft and the ventilation fan I can’t see anything beyond the lower back. I even tried to rotate the fan wings in desperation but the effort was in vain. She took a petticoat and wore it till her breasts, tied the string up till there and went off the bathroom, leaving me with the just view of her covered back and naked legs below her knee just as I moved along with her towards the door. The grand reality was much in contrast to expectationto hurt me badly.
I was much disappointed and went to home, informed my Mom of what Sandhya said in a way that she wanted me to inform this to my Mom. While I was changing my wet clothes, and drying myself with a towel. I imagined as much as I strongly felt to cuddle Sandhya into that towel like this I resumed back to my studies in discontent. Just then our doorbell rang and I opened the door: There she was the epitome of beauty and culture, fully cladded in saree and matching blouse. Jasmine flowers setting my mood to the very next level. I wanted to hug her then and there and kiss her neck simultaneously smelling her jasmine flower deep into my lungs and my hands searching their way into her private parts through her decency. She had blown my mind away and I captured that moment in all dimensions
It at least gave me the satisfaction seeing her beauty. I bid a good bye to them, watched her walking with her back towards me - observed her swinging butt over saree as she hurried to the function. And all the night it was sight loaded in to the memory.
It was that moment, when I have decided to make more courageous effort to explore beyond the achievement. I wanted her more badly to reduce my hunger for her than ever. I started behaving BOLDLY then on towards her …………………….as well as other girls and ladies too – of-course.
There came a couple with a less than a year-old child to stay in the front portion of the house. It was a two room portion - 1 bed room and other hall/kitchen. There is a separate non-attached bathroom just by the entrance a couple of yards away. Both our families have got acquainted soon and since am child they were fond of me since I used to play with their kid all the time. The heroine in the story is the lady of that house and her name is Sandhya from Gudivada, very young then just 18 years, fair, 5’ 7’’ tall well-built with measurements 36C-30-42 inches, who is physically and sexually expressive with her attire but psychologically feigns prudish in front of the selected people, that mainly includes her husband (5’ 4.5’’ & 31 years old). He is shorter and lean than her which is strange and unusual by standards (she got married very early at 15 years of age when she physically suited him and everyone expected her to maintain that size but eventually she grew to a larger size to embarrass her husband always). She looks like a twin sister to actress Sanghavi but a lot fairer and improved version 2.0. Very similar structures and the way they both carry themselves is also very similar. She always wears almost backless and very low cut blouses but covers that based on the people around those selected people. She wears her saree way below her navel to that point where every time you would feel that if you are any lucky further ..... you will end up shagging to her crotch for the rest of your life (I do it now and you would have already known WHY!!!). She is a bit voluptuous given her recent pregnancy.
Here come my efforts and experiences that include success and failures......as PART 1
My mom made me join tuition with her husband as tutor giving me all opportunities to work myself way up. He is one idiot who used to give me home works beyond I can and asked me to stay back in his house doing it. Giving me much time to explore and exploit her. She is a bit careless but given her dressing its being way careless than anticipated. While working chores at home, she didn’t mind her pallu fall or cleavage exposure. I got plentiful of her boobs over the blouse and deep navel. The bulge around her tummy with those pregnancy lines made me mad. She used to tuck her saree to expose her knees when working and I always admired her legs ..... wondered if she shaved them daily. Sometimes she had few buttons of her blouse unhooked like just the bottom two and a top one or two hooked to reveal her roundness of the boobs from the side look especially when she is working. I instantly almost felt like having them already in my mouth. I used to feel an unusual sensation in my body at that time especially in pants. At times the thinness of her blouse makes it being transparent, due to this I used to get abundant idea of her areola. When every time she sits on ground to cut vegetables in south style using Boti with saree raised till knees and her legs across mostly with raised knees and fixed ankles (I made it a point to watch for her thighs and crotch area. Lucky sometimes I used to watch her thighs blissfully but never got glimpse of her crotch in that way. I purposefully used to go near her to ask big doubts though I am aware of to have closer view of between legs and if unsuccessful then the very deep cleavage. I wondered if she is purposefully seducing me with her exposing but never beyond that took place.
Whenever her son is hungry for feeding, she used to send me to play for some time to ensure am not around to get the actual fun part. I used to see her coming inside after taking bath, water dripping from her hair and body. I used to play with those foot marks with water on the ground. I never had courage beyond to look further, dare to go inside the room for further pleasure.
Once it’s raining heavily and am aware that there was a plan to visit a function. She went to take bath. I have made up my mind to take a peek at any cost to watch her buck nude. Bathroom was between houses with anyone to enter the path area and see me by it. It was mid noon with all mostly slept so I went ahead in heavy rain. It was a very small bathroom 4 *5. There is a window shaft for ventilation fan along with a designed mesh. It was all through that I have to get the view of her nude. There was a big banana tree with leaves falling apart by that which I thought can give me the cover all I need. Plan was set and time is passing quickly. I knew she will take a long bath with head wash included since its function - Sravana Sukravaram. South Indians are familiar and understand that logic. I made my swift moves towards the shaft and gave quick look inside but couldn’t see anything, I wondered what’s happening, it was very hot water’s heavy fog in the bathroom limping my visibility. My heart is racing and cursing my luck at the same time, just then I heard someone calling!!! – ‘FUCK am dead’ thought myself and ran back to my home completely drenched without looking back. Then I acted to checking around what’s happening and found that a man was shouting on land line telephone from his balcony. I wanted to kill him immediately – ‘didn’t he find another place to talk’ thought myself; time is running and I was thinking maybe she is now finished with her head wash or even half way through body wash as well. He wasn’t leaving so I went to telephone line junction box in the building and plucked wire going to his home - it worked and he went in cursing the rain. I dashed towards the bathroom now and now it’s clear giving me full visibility to inside of the bath room but only this time I don’t see her!!!!. I peeped in and then went towards the front side of the door of that bathroom which leads to their front door to two room house. Its locked !!! I felt very bad, I wanted to kill that idiot and cursed my luck. In desperation to see her drenching beauty after the bath, I ahead went and knocked the door hard expecting she would run back to open the door immediately and maybe I can get lucky. Its locked !! from OUTSIDE ??............... I went blank ……………., just then I heard her sweet voice from the bathroom asking ‘who is it?’ - Then I checked the bathroom door: Its actually locked from INSIDE not outside so she is there inside - spirits raised now !!! but by then she had shouted twice – ‘who it was’. I thought quickly and immediately responded that ‘it’s me’ and that my mother wanted to check with her how early can they leave for the Tambulam. To which she said that she would come by their home after rain is mitigated and that since it’s raining heavily the function will start with some delay. I said ‘Ok’ to that went back to the window and peeped in there was nothing that I could see. Again wondered if she has skills of invisibility. I wanted to break through the wall to be on the other side. I was fully drenched, shivering due to the cool breeze and naughty thoughts inside, being my first dare at a public place I was literally hearing my heart beat. My mind wants me to be watchful to not get caught and hide by the banana tree if eyes find someone in the visibility. But my heart says that it’s your day and to get lucky to see your dream lady nude. And I was listening and following both. There were then sounds of her bangles, evidently she was applying soap and washing herself. So the action is still on but I am not able to watch it. Pity me !!. Suddenly I see her back as she rose from the ground - SUCK MY DICK!!! Indian ladies as much they prefer to bathe nude as to bathe sitting on the ground or on a stool like this They don’t often bathe STANDING especially when head wash is involved. She poured few mugs of water over her head through her hair, I see her bare back along with 3-4 days old shaven armpit. Then she is tied her long hair up to a bun. Just as I expected her to turn around she just turned a bit to her right to get her hanging towel giving me the little peek at her side boob -- nah!!
not even her nipple was seen - Why is the God playing with me for all the risk I took. She dried up her body with the towel. I jumped high to get the peek at the derriere at least since she is standing with her back towards me. But luck is ‘hard on’ me to not get me the further ‘hard-on’. Due to the size of the window shaft and the ventilation fan I can’t see anything beyond the lower back. I even tried to rotate the fan wings in desperation but the effort was in vain. She took a petticoat and wore it till her breasts, tied the string up till there and went off the bathroom, leaving me with the just view of her covered back and naked legs below her knee just as I moved along with her towards the door. The grand reality was much in contrast to expectationto hurt me badly.I was much disappointed and went to home, informed my Mom of what Sandhya said in a way that she wanted me to inform this to my Mom. While I was changing my wet clothes, and drying myself with a towel. I imagined as much as I strongly felt to cuddle Sandhya into that towel like this I resumed back to my studies in discontent. Just then our doorbell rang and I opened the door: There she was the epitome of beauty and culture, fully cladded in saree and matching blouse. Jasmine flowers setting my mood to the very next level. I wanted to hug her then and there and kiss her neck simultaneously smelling her jasmine flower deep into my lungs and my hands searching their way into her private parts through her decency. She had blown my mind away and I captured that moment in all dimensions
It at least gave me the satisfaction seeing her beauty. I bid a good bye to them, watched her walking with her back towards me - observed her swinging butt over saree as she hurried to the function. And all the night it was sight loaded in to the memory.
It was that moment, when I have decided to make more courageous effort to explore beyond the achievement. I wanted her more badly to reduce my hunger for her than ever. I started behaving BOLDLY then on towards her …………………….as well as other girls and ladies too – of-course.