Before even starting, for those of you who are not familiar with the outfit of Indian women, let me give an idea. To cover up the bottom they wear panties and over that something called PAVADAI , which is like a long skirt and over that a saree. To cover up the top they wear a jacket over the bra.
This is a True incident. I was around 29 when this incident happened. I was working as a Lady tailor in a small town in india. Front room of my house is the shop. My family was running on my salary after my father's death. No one seem to be interested in marrying me, because of our poorincome. My neighbour was a middle class family. And they had 4 daughters. this girl neela is the last but one. and already 24 years old. the eldest one is around 32 and none of them got married. neela used to come to my shop regularly during day times and spend time with me. I also needed to talk to someone while i am stitching clothes, so i encouraged her visits. I must say that she had a good figure. when she comes with sarees, she used to look beautiful. she had a beautiful tummy and a naval, which sometimes show up when she adjusted her saree lines. And she had beautiful breast size, must be relatively bigger than mine and also exactly matching other parts of her body, which made her look beautiful. Though all these are a feast to eyes, i hv never thought about her in a different way until that day.
On that day for some reason, myself not being married and not touched by anybody, i was feeling more horny and that was overpowering my thoughts and raising waves inside me. as usual around 10:00 in the morning, neela came to my shop. She was wearing a eautiful saree, and from the side view i could see her pointing beauties. my mind was oscilating and was trying to find a way to have her doing my fantasies fulfilled. But how to start? finally, it came to my mind that only way to have her is to lit the fire inside her too. And also it was clear to me in mind that it would take another few more weeks to get things done from her. To temporarily put down my heat, I put my left hand into the saree and released the pavadai . then I put my too hands under the skirt and pulled down the panties to my knee. I could feel the heat. I took the water from the mud pot and rolled down a few drops on my pussy. Then slowly entered my two fingers into my pussy and did the in and out motion. As I increased the pace , I could smell mine and feel a tasty liquid in my hand. At the same time I let my right hand get into my bra and pinched a nipple and pressed them hard. It took some time for me to come back to my senses and return from my heaven. I tasted my juices, though not the first time, it tasted better. I adjusted my dresses and got back to my stitching work.
From the next day, as a first step of my seduction, I started talking to neela about the body features of my customers. I started describing the sizes and the way their buttocks moved when they walked, the different kind of navels, the depth of their valleys. Initially neela was not comfortable with all these but slowly she started looking at woman and sharing comments. As a second step of seduction, I started involving her in measureing ladies for their jacket. Generally they come with a sample jacket., but I said the measurement would be better to stitch jacket with latest style and we both started enjoying it. This went on for a few weeks.
By now, we were very comfortable with each other in discussing these issues, basically to involve in dirty talk. As a third step in seduction , I started to talk about the husbands of those customers and how good each one could be to satisfy those married beauties. She also started talking about different guys and different ways. I was not particular about how good her judgements are. My main aim was to let these idea of SEX occupy her mind most of the time. I always encouraged her in her views and said that you are good at judgements.
Then I decided one Monday as my day for getting all my dreams fulfilled. It was not a very bright day. It was not rainy too. I was not wearing my bra and only wearing the jacket. I could feel my breasts moving and dangling when I move around. I was not wearing my panties. I changed the position of my tailoring machine to a corner , so that she would see my hanging balls from the place she regularly sits. I loosened my saree sides. I have hiked my saree and pavadai a little high so that she can see more of my legs. I had kept a mirror on the wall to catch her glimpse.
As usual neela entered my shop room. I welcomed her with out turning my face. She asked me about the change of tailoring maching. I said, I just I am going to buy a dress stand and keep it in the middle of the room, so I shifted my machine to the side. She sat on the place she usally does and started chatting. But I could see her from the mirror that she is feasting on my body. Quite often her eyes traveled from my body to my legs. I asked her whether she can do some hand stitching for me. She said ok and came to the machine drawer to pick the thread and needle. She went and closed the door and came with her chair and sat close by and started hand stitching. Now I could not see her. 10 to 15 minutes went that way. I could see from my corner of the eye that she is sitting uncomfortably and something is bothering her. This went on for a few minutes. Casually I adjusted my dress to show my hip more now. After a few minutes, she kept the dress on the floor and kneeled down near myself at my back. She put her right hand on my tummy and searching for my navel. I stopped stitching, and let her search. I did not see her. Probably she got encouraged by my stopping, she advanced to my front down over the dress. I really thought that she must have dreamt about me many times. She did not have any shivering or hesitation. Probably she was waiting for this for a long time. She slowly released my pavadai to find more room for her hand to get to my treasure. She advanced her hand to my lines and travelled her fingers few times up and down. I was slowly losing my grip. I widened my thighs to make more room for her to freely move. Her other hand went through the bottom of my jacket and slowly caressed one of my nipple.. I closed my eyes and waiting for her to feast me. She slowly kissed my hip and moved my chair to face her. I kept my eyes closed. She got me up and slowly disrobed my saree. I opened my eyes to see her already have removed her saree. She had loosened her jacket and bra. I could see her panties down on the floor. I took my eyes to meet her. She had not removed her pavadai. She knelt down and brought down my pavadai, and kissed on my pussy. She slowly made myself sit on the chair. She moved my thighs apart and put her nose on the clit. She then raised her head and looked at me. That said she wants my reactions. I guided her to the floor. I Kissed her deeply. I put my mouth on one of those pointing beauties and sucked for few minutes. She was running her finger over my pussy, catching my pussy hair. At times she pressed the lower part of my pussy with her thumb. She again put her nose in my pussy and inhaled. And she she changed her position to 69. I put my nose in her and smelled. It was a fragrance which was stimulating my whole body. I used my tongue to separate each layers and taste it. She was moaning and at the same time vigorously licking my pussy. Then she inserted two fingers and started sliding in and out. She rhythematically increased the pace and I moved my butt to get the full length of her fingers and get maximum pleasure out of it. Then I straightened my toes and came out with the best orgasm. She tasted me. And she came up and sat on my face and started grinding her pussy on my face. I wasted to do best to her. I slowly brought down her and inserted my fingers and searched for her inner mound. Once I got it , I slowly pressed it. She moaned and said some more. I put my three fingers and fucked her very fast. After a while she was moving very fast and tightened all her nerves and came out with the beautiful juice. I tasted them and let her taste her own juice by licking my fingers.
We felt completely satisfied. We did not have any guilty feelings. We felt almost like we are married. After that day, we enjoyed each other in many ways. We were having a completely free expression on sex. An year went this way, my mother found me a husband who was a data entry operator at that time of marriage. Slowly he learnt few languages and got a job in US. Now we are in California. I still miss my neela sometimes.