Chapter 3

The girls were waiting expectantly, as I went back into the living room. I told them both in general, “I have to leave in half an hour, so finish off quickly today. From tomorrow onwards, come at 10 in the morning.”

They nodded and moved into the kitchen, muttering something to each other. Pushpa started to wash some dishes in the kitchen, while Rani got a broom and started to sweep the floor.

I moved to my bedroom and lay down on the bed. After a while, Rani came into my room to sweep. She hesitated for a moment when she saw me. I was skimming through a sports magazine.

She asked me tentatively, “Saheb, I need to turn off the fan ... for sweeping.”

“OK.” I replied casually.

She switched off the fan and began to sweep.

As she sat on her haunches, her ghagra pulled up to her knees, and swept the floor, I couldn’t help but admire the shape of her sexy round butt.

She came towards the bed, and as she bent forward to reach under the bed to sweep, I had a good view of her cleavage. Her ripe mango shaped tits were straining against the cheap cotton blouse, and I could see her thick nipples protruding through the fabric. Like I had said earlier, she had incredibly long pencil-thick black nipples.

Beads of sweat rolled off her chest, and were beginning to wet the cloth of her blouse, making me aroused. She finished sweeping and left the room.

After a while, the other girl, Pushpa came into the room carrying a bucket of water and a mop. She smiled at me brightly as she came in, hips swinging, and gathering her ghagra up to her knees, proceeded to sit down on her haunches.

As she began to mop, I got a chance to observe her body from close quarters. She was slim, really slim. Her belly was flat, as was her butt. As she came near the bed, she got on her hands knees, and bending forward, reached under the bed to mop. In that position, I got a good view of her cleavage too. Since she was wearing a blouse one size too big for her, I could a good view of pert little tits thru the neck of the blouse. They were two firm pointed mounts on her chest, and as I looked, I caught a glimpse of her perky brown nipples also.

My cock was hard by now, and I was tempted to grab her, throw her on the bed, and fuck her brains out.

“Relax boy.” I told myself.

Soon the girls finished their work, and came to report to me in the bedroom.

“Saheb the work is done should we go now?” Pushpa asked me with that same teasing smile.

“One minute,” I told them as I got up from the bed.

They followed me as I went into the living room. I picked up my wallet, and extracted two 100 rupee notes from it. Handing one to each one of them, I said “This is some money from me for the first days work.”

Pushpa’s face broke into a wide smile as she took the money from my hand. She thanked me profusely; as she folded the note and slid it into her blouse over her breasts, where these village girls usually had a small pocket.

The other girl just seemed pleasantly surprised. She just gave me a weak smile as she took the note from my hand tentatively.

“And one more thing. Sarla bhabhi said that I should give you 250 rupees, 250 to Pushpa and 100 to Rani.” I stated looking at both of them turn by turn. “But I won’t give you that much,” I said with a straight face. Their faces fell as they heard that. “I would give you 750 rupees, 500 to Pushpa and 250 to Rani.” I said, my face breaking into a grin.

They were stunned into silence for a moment, and then their faces broke into a relieved and overjoyed smile.

For the first time, I saw the quite girl Rani also smile.

Pushpa beamed and said “You are a very rich man Jignesh bhai, we’ll make sure that you are taken care off.”

I looked at her into her eyes and said with a half smile “You keep me happy and I’ll make sure that youre both happy.”

“Zaroor, saheb,” Pushpa replied with the same cock teasing smile.

Both of them then left, thanking me profusely. Once they left, I quickly got dressed and left for Jigna’s school to pick up Sejal.

I had already called up my dad’s friend and told him that I was coming with one more friend to his store. I met her some distance away from the school.

As she walked up to me on the bike, she gave a shy smile and said “Hello, Jignesh bhai.”

I smiled back and said “Hello, Sejal.”

I noticed that she had taken off her tie, and had undone her collar button, probably not to attract attention.

She came behind and sat on the pillion seat of my bike. But unlike Jigna, who had sat cross-legged on my bike, Sejal sat conservatively with both her legs on one side. She put her right hand on my shoulder and held me, as I sped off. As I rode towards the city, I noticed that she was careful not to let her breasts touch my back. I was a trifle disappointed, but reminded myself to be patient.

As we walked into the store, the store manager jumped up from the counter and came rushing to me. He pumped my hand enthusiastically and said “Welcome, Jignesh bhai ... welcome. We are so happy to see you again.”

I nodded, and said that I would need the sales girl’s help again today.

“Of course sir ... I have kept Sapna on stand-by only for you, sir. Please proceed up ... She’s waiting there.”

I smiled my thanks, and proceeded to the first floor. Sejal was looking around in awe as she walked quietly behind me.

As I reached the upper floor, the sales girl Sapna came up towards me with a warm smile, and said politely “Hello, sir.”

“Hello Sapna.” I responded with a charming smile and thrust out my right hand to shake hands with her. As I clasped her hand, I slipped the 500 rupee note, which I had already extracted from my wallet and kept ready in my palm, into her hand.

She glanced down for a moment, as she felt the note, and then quickly looked up with a happy smile. She discreetly took the note, and slid it into her trouser pocket, as she escorted us to the sitting area of the store.

As I sat down on the couch, I said “Sapna, this is my friend Sejal,” pointing towards Sejal, who stood there a trifle uncomfortably. “She seems to think that she is too fat, and that western clothes won’t suit her. What do you think, Sapna?” I asked with a smile.

Sapna was quick to take the cue, and said “Of course not, sir.” She walked up to Sejal who was standing their apprehensively, and taking her hands in hers said, “Sejal ma’am is a very pretty lady. I don’t know why she thinks that way. She has a very womanly body. She will look very good in western clothes.” said Sapna looking at Sejal in a very assured tone.

“Oh ... thank you, didi” said Sejal softly, as she smiled gratefully at me for doing her self esteem a world of good.

“So Ms. Sapna, what kind of clothes would you recommend for Sejal?” I asked her with a smile.

Sapna thought for a moment, and then responded “Sir, jeans are evergreen, so she can try a couple of them. Then, some capris with sleeveless tops would also look very good on her. And finally sir, I would recommend some skirts for her ... both long wrap-arounds, as well as minis. On her body structure, she will look very sexy in skirts.” concluded Sapna with a knowing smile.

I smiled in returned and nodded.

Soon Sapna got busy selecting clothes for Sejal even as I sat there comfortably. She was doing a good job of making Sejal feel at ease, by casually chatting up with her, and I noticed that she even laughed a couple of times, as they went through the clothes racks and selected outfits. After selecting a couple of pairs, Sapna accompanied Sejal to the passage where the trial room was.

As they disappeared into the passage, I picked up a lingerie catalog lying there, and started thumbing through the pages, admiring the lingerie models.

A little while later, I heard Sapna clear her throat, and start “Sir...”

I looked up to see Sapna standing in front of me, and pointing to Sejal, who stood there shyly holding her hands clasped together; head bowed slightly.

The transformation was complete! She was dressed in a pair of blue three-quarter tight figure hugging jeans, with a moderately figure hugging green knit wool sleeveless top. She looked so desirable, I could have eaten her. Sapna was right. She was plump, but she had the curves of a real woman. Her huge gorgeous round breasts were looking incredibly sexy, as her top fitted tightly around the girth of it.

Like I had said earlier, her whole torso seemed to be made up of just her two huge melons ... round, soft, and heavy. The sleeves of her top were short, and I could see her fleshy arms, fairer in comparison to her face, as it was protected from tan. Her belly still had baby fat on it, and the curve of her belly showed through the top. There was an inch of her fleshy belly showing between the hem of her top, and the waist band of her jeans. She had fantastically curved hips. “A real woman’s curves” I thought to myself again. Her hips and buttocks filled out her jeans really well, and the sight of her waist flaring out to her wide hips and round fleshy butt, could make a man drool.

As I appraised her without any expression on my face, I saw her looking expectantly, yet apprehensively, at me with wide eyes. I got up quietly and walked up to her.

Her lips parted, as she looked up at me with a scared expression.

I placed my hands on either of her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and my face broke into a wide smile. “You look gorgeous Sejal,” I said to her earnestly.

A multitude of emotions ran across her face as she digested what I had just said. Surprise, disbelief, relief, and then finally joy. She seemed to be searching for words, and then breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank you bhaiya ... thank you so much...” she said softly, her eyes beginning to moist.

“I told you so” I said with a laugh.

Turning to Sapna, I asked “So what do you think, Sapna?”

“Sir, I already told her that she looks very pretty in these clothes, but she was just not ready to believe me.” replied Sapna with a smile. “She was not even ready to come out and let you see her,” teased Sapna, looking at Sejal with a smile.

Turning to Sejal, she said “Ok ma’am, why don’t you go on and try the other ones too now.”

Sejal smiled brightly, and turned and went in quickly. There was a spring in her step now. I was glad to see that this busty teenage girl was now beginning to get comfortable with me.

As Sejal disappeared into the trial room, Sapna came and sat down next to me. I noticed that she sat much closer to me today, and her thighs were touching mine. As she leant towards me to say something, my eyes were drawn to her cleavage which was visible, because she had once again left the two top buttons of her white uniform top open. From the way she sat, I could see the borders of the frilly black bra she wore underneath. As I turned my gaze away, she had caught my glance, and a flicker of a smile came to her lips, as she looked into my eyes.

I too let a hint of a smile flicker on my lips.

“Sir...” she began in a low voice, “I had to tell you something.”

“Yes Sapna, tell me” I responded with a polite smile.

She seemed to hesitate, and then said, “Sir ... you see ... Sejal ma’am ... her ... umm ... she is quite ... she is quite big here...” she said haltingly with a shy smile, pointing to the general area of her own breasts, “and I feel ... I feel that she should wear ... umm ... wear a better bra.”

I kept a straight face, with the same polite smile on my face and asked “Better in what aspect, Sapna ... I don’t know too much about bras,” I said with a laugh.

She relaxed as she heard me speak so comfortably, and said “What I meant is sir, that she should use the right size of bra” she explained. “The poor girl did not even know what size of a bra she was wearing, saying that it was her mother who got it for her,” she continued. “I checked and saw that what she is wearing now is a 34C. Her bra is too tight for her, and it is almost cutting into her flesh,” said Sapna, getting more matter of fact now that the initial discomfort had vanished. “And also, because the cup size is small, it is not holding up her breasts properly, and are just flattening and spreading it” she continued.

Seeing the confused expression on my face, she said “I am not sure you are understanding me sir ... but ... umm ... because of the small cup of her bra ... umm ... it looks like ... her breasts are spread all over her chest...” she said gesticulating with her hands and pointing again the general area of her breasts.

As my eyes, went to where her hands were pointing, she blushed a little, and a hint of a smile came to her lips again.

I smiled back reassuring, and said “I think I understand you, Sapna ... so what do you suggest?”

“I will get her some nice 34D or 34DD bras, which have a wire-support at the base of the cups, and also have a bit of padding; so that her breasts look more firm when she wears them under her t-shirts, halters, or spaghetti tops. Even a 34D is going to be tight for her, because ... umm ... she is quite big ... and she will have to wear it on the last hook; but I think it will be better for her when wearing tight figure hugging tops” she continued. “And then, I will also get her some bras of 36D size, which she can wear with her button-down tops and sleeveless shirts, since those will not be as tight or figure hugging as the tee’s” she finished.

I nodded in understanding, and muttered, “Hmm...”

“So, what do you say, sir?” she asked hopefully.

I laughed and placing my hand on her thighs, said “Whatever you say, Sapna ... you are the boss!”

She let out a small laugh too, and got up. As she turned to leave, I caught her hand and said “Sapna ... thank you.”

“No sir ... thank YOU” she said with a warm smile on her face, and left.

I saw her selecting some matching lacy bras and panties, and heading to the changing rooms. When they re-appeared, Sejal was dressed in a pair of loose beige capris, with strings tying the end of the legs around her calves, and a red and white striped spaghetti top. She seemed a lot more comfortable now, and even smiled at me as she stood in front of me shyly. She looked even more desirable in the tight spaghetti top. Her heavy round breasts seemed enormous, and stood out a little more firmly, probably on account of the new bra that Sapna would have given her.

The neck of the spaghetti top started just above her breasts, and since her fleshy breasts were pressed together in the confines of her bra, I could see the beginning of her cleavage from the top of her spaghetti. It was held on her shoulders with a thin string, parallel to which ran the thin strap of her brand new 34DD bra. The skin on her shoulders, neck and chest was smooth, and was much fairer than her fore-arms and face.

As I walked up to her with a smile, she too smiled happily and looked at me expectantly. Holding my hands behind me, I lent towards her ears, and whispered “Beautiful!”

She beamed, and mouthed to me a silent “Thank you!”

As she turned to look at herself in the mirror, I turned to Sapna and winked.

She just smiled, and bit her lips.

The next outfit that Sejal came out in was a long wrap-around dark blue skirt that reached up to her calves, and a sleeveless collared button-down shirt-type top.

Sapna was right. Skirts really suited Sejal. She looked not like a teenager, but a 24 something young sexy lady. The skirt accentuated the lovely shape of her hips and butt. As she turned sideways, and posed for me, I noticed the way her top fell from the tip of her rounded breasts. In that pose, with the light falling on her body from behind, I could see the outline of her heavy breasts held up by the bra, and the curves of her fleshy belly up to the waist of her skirt. Sapna walked up to her, and in the process of adjusting her top, opened the top button of her top.

As she moved aside to let me appraise her, I stood up and walked up to her. From where I stood, when I looked down, I could see the sexy swell of her heavy breasts, enclosed in a hugely erotic red lacy bra. I reached up to her neck, and pretending to adjust the collar of her top, brushed my fore-arm lightly against the swell of her big breasts. I felt her glance up at me quickly, as she felt my arm brush against her bust.

She just gave me a nervous smile, as I stepped back and looked at her again.

“Sejal,” I addressed her “I now challenge you to find me one person on this planet who says that you don’t look good in western clothes.”

For the first time since I had met her, she laughed happily, and clasped her hands together. She stepped forward towards me, and for a moment I thought she was going to hug me.

But she stopped herself, and tilting her head to one side, said “Jignesh bhai, I don’t know how to...”

“Shhh...” I interrupted her, placing my fingers on her lips. I placed my hand on her cheeks, and as she instinctively tilted her head to rest her face in my palm, I told her with a warm “Now go quickly and try on the other one Sapna has selected for you...” As I withdrew my hand, I let it slide off her neck, feeling the smooth skin.

She looked at me with a very tender expression for a moment, and then with a smile turned to try the last outfit.

The last outfit which Sejal wore was perhaps the sexiest of the lot. It was a white pleated mini-skirt (like the type women’s tennis players wear) and a pink polo-neck collared knit t-shirt. Sapna had given her a matching pair of Nike sneakers to go with it. As she came out, and stood in front of me shyly, clutching the hem of her skirt on both sides, I couldn’t help but think that she looked almost as sexy as Sania Mirza, if not more. The skirt reached mid-way between her thighs, and I could see her fleshy white thighs. Sapna had helped her re-tie her hair in a pony tail such that it came out from almost the top of her head, instead of the back. The t-shirt was stretched across her heavy fleshy breasts.

As she walked to stand in front of me, my cock lurched watching the sway of her curvy hips, and the swing of her heavy breasts. As the smile lit up my face, she became a little less uncomfortable, and even twisted around to show me how it looked from behind, the pleated skirt twirling up as she swung around.

As she stood admiring herself in the mirror, I walked up behind her, and placing my hands on her fleshy hips, whispered in her ears, “Sejal, you look so sexy now ... I could kiss you.”

As she stiffened, I gently brushed my face against her ears, and stepped back. As she turned around, unsure of how she should react, she managed a weak smile, that gradually progressed to a wide warm one much to my relief.

“Sejal, there is one more thing I want you to have,” I said in a quiet voice.

“What is that, Jignesh bhai?” she asked in a curious voice.

“A bikini.” I replied with a small smile.

Her face turned crimson as she blushed, and clasping her hands on her mouth, she asked incredulously “A bikini!”

“Yes Sejal, a bikini. Will you allow me to buy that for you?” I asked in a soft voice.

As she hesitated, and let out a small laugh and said “Don’t worry, you don’t have to wear it now and show me,” She blushed again, but smiled this time.

“OK, bhaiya” she said in a small voice. We walked together to the props were various bikinis were on display.

She was distinctly uncomfortable going thru them with me, and finally turned to me and said “Bhaiya, I don’t know anything about bikinis ... so will you please select one for me ... I will wear whatever you like.” she spoke in a child-like manner with her head tilted to one side.

I nodded, and selected a two-piece stringy one, very similar to the one I’d got for Jigna yesterday. It was a red one, with white polka dots. As I imagined how she would look in it, my cock almost jumped out of my pants.

I turned around to see Sapna standing their quietly. She smiled as I looked at her. As Sejal went back to the trial room to change back into her school uniform, I walked towards Sapna, taking out my wallet. Extracting another 500 rupee note from it, I took her hand in mine, and pressed it into her palm.

She started to shake her head, and begin to protest “No sir ... I cannot ... You’ve already...”

I cut her off “Sapna, first and foremost ... please don’t call me ‘sir’ ... we are friends now ... are we not?” I said quietly.

As she struggled to say something, I continued “You have been really kind to me. And this is the least I could do. So please don’t say no. Or I will feel bad.” I said in all earnestness.

She started to say something, but I cut her off again “Topic closed, Sapna.” I said with a warm smile.

She closed her mouth, and slowly smiled.

Sensing that the time was right, I took both her hands in mine, pulled her towards me, and gave her a quick kiss on her left cheek. I smiled, as I saw the color rise to her face and blush, and stepped back.

As Sejal returned, she got busy packing the stuff which we had picked up. At the counter, as I paid the bill in cash, I addressed the store manager “Mr. Kulkarni, this employee of yours, Ms. Sapna, has been very helpful. Allow me to give her this as a small token of my appreciation” I said as I placed another 500 rupee note on the counter in front of Sapna.

Sapna’s jaw dropped in astonishment, but she quickly recovered herself, and bowing her head slightly, thanked me politely.

We left the store, and rode back to Sejal’s school. This time, on the way back, I felt Sejal sit a little more closer to me, and a couple of times as she leaned forward to tell me something, I felt her enormous soft breasts press against my back. I dropped her off a few blocks away from her school.

As she got off the bike, she came up to my side and stood very close to me, her breasts almost touching my left arm. She looked down for a few seconds, and raising her head, she looked into my eyes.

“Bhaiya ... I don’t know what to say ... nobody has ever been so...” her voice trailed off, and she lowered her face again.

I placed my fingers on her chin, and lifted her face up.

“Sejal,” I said in a soft voice “Don’t think so much ... I just want you to be comfortable with me, OK. If you are comfortable with me ... that will be mean a lot to me...”

She gave me a warm loving smile, and replied “I am very comfortable with you, bhaiya. In fact, I...” and her voice trailed off as she blushed again.

Suddenly conscious of herself, she said “I have to go now, bhaiya ... It’s getting late.”

I laughed, and saying bye to her, kick started my bike.

As I was about to ride off, she turned around and asked “Jignesh bhai, when will I meet you again?”

I gave her my most charming smile, and looking her in the eye, said “Whenever you feel like, sweetheart. I am always around.” With that, I engaged gear and rode off.

By the time I reached home, the hard-on with which I had been walking around since morning had begun to ache. I contemplated shagging off, but then decided against it. To get my mind off sex, I decided to go up to our terrace and do my work-out. I changed into my tracks and a sleeve-less vest, and picking up my weights headed for the terrace. I did my stretching exercises for about 15 minutes, and then started with my push-ups. By the time I had finished my 50 push-ups, the sweat was dripping off me. I took a breather, had a drink of water from my gym bottle, and then picked my weights to begin doing my bicep curls. I began to curl the weights, holding my arm rigid at my side, and lifting them up by just bending them at the elbow.

As I was counting the reps, I noticed a figure standing in the adjacent terrace from the side of my eyes. I turned to see Sarla bhabhi standing there in the adjacent terrace, her elbows on the wall, her chin resting on her palms, and looking at me with that same seductive smile of hers.

Since ours were twin houses, Kalpana bhabhi’s and our house shared a common wall on one side. And the terrace too was separated by a single common wall, which rose to just above my waist. I paused, and putting down my weights, said with a smile “Oh aunty, I did not see you.”

She smiled back, and straightening herself said “Of course, I did not want you to know that I was here. Otherwise how could I have had the pleasure of watching a young man like you exercising.”

“Oh please don’t tease me like that aunty ... I am just trying to get into some shape,” I said in a protesting voice. As I straightened my chest, and walked towards her, I could see her eyes on my chest and my arms.

“Oh come on beta,” she retorted, “you have the best physique that I have seen on anybody.” she flattered me in her sexy tone. “Please finish your exercises ... I won’t disturb you.” she continued.

“How can I do my exercises with you standing here, aunty?” I said with a naughty smile.

“Why ... what am I doing to disturb you?” she asked in mock indignation.

“Oh aunty, you are so beautiful ... I will be only looking at you, and I won’t be able to have any strength or concentration to do my work-out.” I said with a laugh.

“Chat hat ... Maskhebaaz” she chided me with a laugh, and slapped me playfully on my arms.

She let her fingers linger on my arms, and I felt my loins began to stir again, as I felt her soft touch on my sweaty arms. Still looking at my biceps, and running her fingers along them, she said in a small voice, “You really have very hard muscles, Jignesh...”

I could see the gleam in her eyes as she looked at my body intently. She came out of reverie quickly, and turning to me said “OK, you do what you were doing now. I just want to see ... I promise I won’t disturb you.”

I laughed, and picked up my weights again. Pushing my chest out, with a grunt I began to do my bicep curls again, making sure she got a good view of my muscles tightening and stretching as I swung my arm. I switched weights, and proceeded to repeat the set again. By the time I was done, I was breathing hard, and sweating profusely.

I kept the weights down, and walked back to the wall where she was still standing in the same pose; leaning forward, chin resting on her elbows. I went and stood diagonally opposite to her, and resting my arms on the wall, leant forward; letting her get a good view of my chest and my arms. As I recovered my breath, I smiled at her.

She smiled back, and as she turned her head, the pallu of her sari slipped off her shoulder and slid down to her elbow, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage in the deep necked blouse, and her milky breasts in her white blouse. She glanced down quickly at her fallen pallu, but made no attempt to put it back. In the same position, she reached out with her left hand, the pallu still dangling on her elbow, and gently touched me on my arm.

“You have a very sexy body, Jignesh...” she said in a shallow voice, her lips no longer smiling.

Without moving an inch, I turned my face towards her and said “You have a very sexy body too, aunty...”

I consciously looked down at her exposed cleavage, and then looked up into her eyes.

Slowly, a seductive smile touched her lips, and she said in a hoarse voice “You don’t have to flatter Sarla aunty, beta ... I know I am old now, and have put on a lot of weight” she said self consciously.

“That’s rubbish aunty,” I dismissed her remark. “You are by far the sexiest lady I know.” I said in a half whisper, my words ringing in my ears, not believing that I had just said that to Sarla bhabhi. “Uncle is a very lucky man...” I concluded.

For the first time, I saw the cocky self-assured bitch blush; and I knew I had scored.

The self assured flirting smile disappeared from her face, replaced by a self conscious look. As she straightened, looking into my eyes, her pallu which had been at her bent elbows, slid down further, all the way up to her wrist, where the fall was arrested by her palm still resting on the wall. And to my utter surprise and pleasure, she made no attempt to put it back even now! The woman of my fantasies, the sexy cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi was standing inches from me, the pallu of her sari down to her waist, held just by her wrist, exposing to my unrestricted view the dick-raising sight of her creamy white cleavage, the soft milky breasts hanging free in a slightly loose white blouse, and curvy fleshy belly capped with a deep belly button.

As I gazed unashamed at the her torso, I could sense her looking into my eyes questioningly, as if begging me to tell her how I found what I was looking at.

There was electricity in the air, as she raised her hand and touched my muscular chest at the exposed portion in my vest, and asked me hoarsely “Jignesh ... do you really find your Sarla bhabhi sexy?”

Before I could reply, a shout came from below “Sarla bhabhi ... bhaaji waala.”

It was the vegetable vendor who came to our colony daily, and Sarla bhabhi bought fresh vegetables from him daily. The moment was lost. She hurriedly pulled up her pallu, and turned to rush downstairs. Just as her head was about to disappear behind the wall of the steps, I called out and said to her in a soft voice “Aunty, I meant what I said...” Without waiting for her reaction, I turned around, and picking up my weights, went downstairs.