So the past year has been a little boring for me
due to this worldwide pandemic. The only
good thing about it, I had so much time for
myself and my family. Being a working mom
and doing wfh and also attending to kids, a
husband is both privilege and curse.
Sometimes, I will have sleepless nights. I spent
a lot of time thinking about the past, both
good and bad. I have done a lot of kinky things
and put myself in grave situations but
somehow I survived. I don't think I would
repeat any of those in today's world.
Let me give you a glimpse of what I am talking
about. Allow me to take you back in time.
I was finally done with my college
days, waiting for the results and wasting the
time at home in Chennai. Mom and dad
decided to visit my grandparents who reside
at Chengalpet which was about 50 km from
Chennai and I tagged along.
My grandparents were doing some agriculture
there. I don't remember the exact details. We
reached there and the place was very different
from where I used to live in Chennai.
If I remember correctly, there was a muddy
road and it led to a dead-end and my
grandpa's house was at the end. It was the
only building in the area with one floor and
terrace. Maybe a couple of others which were
a little far away.
The rest of the houses were terracotta and
hay huts and they were spaced apart nicely.
Big trees were there everywhere. There were
two in the veranda of my grandparents' house
itself. I think it was a typical village set for
those times.
So, we had a nice chat and some village food
from my grandmother. Everything was cool,
and suddenly, my grandmother was insisting I
should stay for some days. My parents didn't
object but I didn't bring any clothes with me.
Anyways, if I was going out, I can wear the
same chudi and my grandma said she had
some clothes which I can use.
It was a Monday and my dad was like I will pick
you up Saturday since I had my dance classes
on Saturday and Sunday evening.
My parents left and it had just been an hour
and I was already bored. There was a TV but
there was no connection. The TV was one of
the main reasons I said yes to staying and that
was not there. I regretted not going with my
parents.
To kill the boredom, I helped my grandmother
with her dinner preparations. I asked her for
the change of clothes which she was talking
about. She quickly went to the Almirah and
pulled a half saree and a blouse. Oh my god! I
should have seen this coming! How stupid to
think she might have some pajamas for me! I
cursed myself.
My grandma was a petite woman. She was
short, thin, and was just like me. So the
clothes fitted me to some degree. I was a lean
and very fair girl, I don't remember my
measurements back then but I had tits like a
fully grown apple and had unproportional big
nipples for the size of my tits. (Now, it is Ok) I
also had a slim waist and an ass like a full-
sized perfectly round watermelon.
The blouse which she gave me was a little
loose in my hands and a little tighter on my
breasts. I hadn't started wearing a bra during
that time. I was using only slips. So the fit was
ok though.
The skirt was very loose on the waist. I had to
use two safety pins to put them in place and I
didn't have an extra panty to change and
continued with the one I was wearing. My
mirror reflection was looking like a typical
village style and mature. I liked it.
It was 9 in the night. We went to sleep and I
was rolling on the floor with discomfort. It was
the first time I was sleeping on that floor and it
was so hot and humid. To top it all, I was
wearing a half saree with an extra tight blouse.
My blouse became so wet due to the sweat
and I couldn't take it anymore. I told my
grandpa it was very hot and I couldn't sleep.
He suggested that I try the terrace.
I liked that idea so went up to check out. Wow,
what a relief. It was very breezy and a lot
better than sleeping down, I thought. I quickly
went down and told my grandparents that I
was going up to sleep.
I grabbed my pillow and some bedspreads and
moved up. My grandpa asked me to take a
lamp with me, just in case. But I thought that
wasn't necessary since I was only gonna
sleep.
I spread my sheet and pillow and laid back.
Wow, what a view! You can never see so many
stars nowadays due to light pollution. But back
in those days, it was pitch dark everywhere.
No street lights in that village, everyone was
asleep soon by 10. No lights in any house and
there wasn't even a moon. It is only you and
the starlight.
I thought I was going to get a good night's
sleep. But I was wrong! It was a new place and
again I was struggling to put myself to sleep.
So I decided to just walk around the terrace
for some time.
As I was walking and exploring the terrace, I
noticed there were like 6 to 7 pots with plants
that were in dying condition in one corner. It
looked like my grandparents tried gardening
and didn't work out well.
I went to the other side and saw an open field
of crops where the muddy road ended. A big
neem tree almost covered one side of the
terrace. A nice breeze was blowing all over
which in turn made my skirt fly a little. I tried
controlling it with my hands for a while. The
wind was too frequent and the place was dark
for anyone to even see it so I stopped caring
about it and left my skirt alone.
After a while, I was excited about the idea of
my skirt flying and exposing my thighs in such
a dark place. As there was no risk of anyone
looking at me, since it was the only building
with a terrace, I was happily roaming with the
skirt flying and exposing my creamy legs.
But something struck me at that time. I felt a
nice teel in my pussy, pinched it a bit, and got
excited for more! I quickly ducked down,
removed my panty, and was waiting for the
courage to get up. The wind was not that
harsh and the skirt won't fly to the level I
thought. I pulled myself up. God, I was so
wrong.
Within 2 minutes of removing my panty, the
wind became a little violent. It was blowing my
skirt left right and center and I loved it. My
watermelon ass and pussy were getting
exposed to the air. I developed the courage to
just walk around, no matter what.
I quickly checked the surroundings and there
were other small buildings. But they are clearly
blocked by the trees and a huge vacant area
of fields and some hay huts on the other side.
So I was safe from any eyes, it thought.
After roaming a while, it was about 11:30 pm. I
decided to try and sleep. I rolled for some time
and managed to sleep for some 45 minutes
when suddenly I heard a cycle bell in repeated
intervals. I came to my senses and saw the
time was 12:15 am.
It was uncommon for someone to roam on
their bicycle at this time of the night so I was
curious to see who it was. I went to the other
side of the terrace and casually looked down
the streets and quickly recognized who it was.
It was the area Gorkha. Usually, village people volunteers patrol the nights, making sounds to scare away any potential thieves in those areas and they get paid for that by the army for there help.
The villager was about 45 to 50 years of age,
tall and very dark, dressed in dhoti. He
had a khaki hat too.
There was a mild yellow light coming from the
cycle and the villager was slowly riding it
towards our house which was at the dead-end
of the street. I stood there and was observing
him.
He came slowly to the end, waited for some
time, and got down of his cycle. The light on
his cycle went off as soon as the cycle
stopped. He went to the end where the field
started, facing his back to me started
unzipping his pants and urinating. He didn't
notice me but that sight gave me chills over
my spine!
Even though I couldn't see anything since he
was facing the other way and it was very dark,
it was enough to trigger my hormones and I
was super horny! I started rubbing my clit and
soon, my juices oozed from it.
Once done, the villager covered himself,
picked his cycle, and drove off without
noticing me. And I was standing there
dumbstruck with my skirt flying all over the
place exposing my wet pussy with the finger
still inside it.
That was the first time I experienced
something like that and I wanted more! At that
time, I didn't realize how far I would go to
satisfy myself.
due to this worldwide pandemic. The only
good thing about it, I had so much time for
myself and my family. Being a working mom
and doing wfh and also attending to kids, a
husband is both privilege and curse.
Sometimes, I will have sleepless nights. I spent
a lot of time thinking about the past, both
good and bad. I have done a lot of kinky things
and put myself in grave situations but
somehow I survived. I don't think I would
repeat any of those in today's world.
Let me give you a glimpse of what I am talking
about. Allow me to take you back in time.
I was finally done with my college
days, waiting for the results and wasting the
time at home in Chennai. Mom and dad
decided to visit my grandparents who reside
at Chengalpet which was about 50 km from
Chennai and I tagged along.
My grandparents were doing some agriculture
there. I don't remember the exact details. We
reached there and the place was very different
from where I used to live in Chennai.
If I remember correctly, there was a muddy
road and it led to a dead-end and my
grandpa's house was at the end. It was the
only building in the area with one floor and
terrace. Maybe a couple of others which were
a little far away.
The rest of the houses were terracotta and
hay huts and they were spaced apart nicely.
Big trees were there everywhere. There were
two in the veranda of my grandparents' house
itself. I think it was a typical village set for
those times.
So, we had a nice chat and some village food
from my grandmother. Everything was cool,
and suddenly, my grandmother was insisting I
should stay for some days. My parents didn't
object but I didn't bring any clothes with me.
Anyways, if I was going out, I can wear the
same chudi and my grandma said she had
some clothes which I can use.
It was a Monday and my dad was like I will pick
you up Saturday since I had my dance classes
on Saturday and Sunday evening.
My parents left and it had just been an hour
and I was already bored. There was a TV but
there was no connection. The TV was one of
the main reasons I said yes to staying and that
was not there. I regretted not going with my
parents.
To kill the boredom, I helped my grandmother
with her dinner preparations. I asked her for
the change of clothes which she was talking
about. She quickly went to the Almirah and
pulled a half saree and a blouse. Oh my god! I
should have seen this coming! How stupid to
think she might have some pajamas for me! I
cursed myself.
My grandma was a petite woman. She was
short, thin, and was just like me. So the
clothes fitted me to some degree. I was a lean
and very fair girl, I don't remember my
measurements back then but I had tits like a
fully grown apple and had unproportional big
nipples for the size of my tits. (Now, it is Ok) I
also had a slim waist and an ass like a full-
sized perfectly round watermelon.
The blouse which she gave me was a little
loose in my hands and a little tighter on my
breasts. I hadn't started wearing a bra during
that time. I was using only slips. So the fit was
ok though.
The skirt was very loose on the waist. I had to
use two safety pins to put them in place and I
didn't have an extra panty to change and
continued with the one I was wearing. My
mirror reflection was looking like a typical
village style and mature. I liked it.
It was 9 in the night. We went to sleep and I
was rolling on the floor with discomfort. It was
the first time I was sleeping on that floor and it
was so hot and humid. To top it all, I was
wearing a half saree with an extra tight blouse.
My blouse became so wet due to the sweat
and I couldn't take it anymore. I told my
grandpa it was very hot and I couldn't sleep.
He suggested that I try the terrace.
I liked that idea so went up to check out. Wow,
what a relief. It was very breezy and a lot
better than sleeping down, I thought. I quickly
went down and told my grandparents that I
was going up to sleep.
I grabbed my pillow and some bedspreads and
moved up. My grandpa asked me to take a
lamp with me, just in case. But I thought that
wasn't necessary since I was only gonna
sleep.
I spread my sheet and pillow and laid back.
Wow, what a view! You can never see so many
stars nowadays due to light pollution. But back
in those days, it was pitch dark everywhere.
No street lights in that village, everyone was
asleep soon by 10. No lights in any house and
there wasn't even a moon. It is only you and
the starlight.
I thought I was going to get a good night's
sleep. But I was wrong! It was a new place and
again I was struggling to put myself to sleep.
So I decided to just walk around the terrace
for some time.
As I was walking and exploring the terrace, I
noticed there were like 6 to 7 pots with plants
that were in dying condition in one corner. It
looked like my grandparents tried gardening
and didn't work out well.
I went to the other side and saw an open field
of crops where the muddy road ended. A big
neem tree almost covered one side of the
terrace. A nice breeze was blowing all over
which in turn made my skirt fly a little. I tried
controlling it with my hands for a while. The
wind was too frequent and the place was dark
for anyone to even see it so I stopped caring
about it and left my skirt alone.
After a while, I was excited about the idea of
my skirt flying and exposing my thighs in such
a dark place. As there was no risk of anyone
looking at me, since it was the only building
with a terrace, I was happily roaming with the
skirt flying and exposing my creamy legs.
But something struck me at that time. I felt a
nice teel in my pussy, pinched it a bit, and got
excited for more! I quickly ducked down,
removed my panty, and was waiting for the
courage to get up. The wind was not that
harsh and the skirt won't fly to the level I
thought. I pulled myself up. God, I was so
wrong.
Within 2 minutes of removing my panty, the
wind became a little violent. It was blowing my
skirt left right and center and I loved it. My
watermelon ass and pussy were getting
exposed to the air. I developed the courage to
just walk around, no matter what.
I quickly checked the surroundings and there
were other small buildings. But they are clearly
blocked by the trees and a huge vacant area
of fields and some hay huts on the other side.
So I was safe from any eyes, it thought.
After roaming a while, it was about 11:30 pm. I
decided to try and sleep. I rolled for some time
and managed to sleep for some 45 minutes
when suddenly I heard a cycle bell in repeated
intervals. I came to my senses and saw the
time was 12:15 am.
It was uncommon for someone to roam on
their bicycle at this time of the night so I was
curious to see who it was. I went to the other
side of the terrace and casually looked down
the streets and quickly recognized who it was.
It was the area Gorkha. Usually, village people volunteers patrol the nights, making sounds to scare away any potential thieves in those areas and they get paid for that by the army for there help.
The villager was about 45 to 50 years of age,
tall and very dark, dressed in dhoti. He
had a khaki hat too.
There was a mild yellow light coming from the
cycle and the villager was slowly riding it
towards our house which was at the dead-end
of the street. I stood there and was observing
him.
He came slowly to the end, waited for some
time, and got down of his cycle. The light on
his cycle went off as soon as the cycle
stopped. He went to the end where the field
started, facing his back to me started
unzipping his pants and urinating. He didn't
notice me but that sight gave me chills over
my spine!
Even though I couldn't see anything since he
was facing the other way and it was very dark,
it was enough to trigger my hormones and I
was super horny! I started rubbing my clit and
soon, my juices oozed from it.
Once done, the villager covered himself,
picked his cycle, and drove off without
noticing me. And I was standing there
dumbstruck with my skirt flying all over the
place exposing my wet pussy with the finger
still inside it.
That was the first time I experienced
something like that and I wanted more! At that
time, I didn't realize how far I would go to
satisfy myself.