Chapter 1

I was impatiently waiting for my newly born baby girl; this was my first child after four years of marriage to Pankaj. In next ten minutes a nurse came to place my dearest child, who had made me a complete woman now. I looked at her tiny beautiful face peeping out of a soft cloth covering her entire body. She was soft, very delicate and my own flesh; but she was a little dark complexioned. Panjak is wheatish and I am very fair complexioned, and for once I was worried lest some one should be suspicious about her father. But children do not necessarily take after their parents. I had a sense of relief that now onwards my mother-in-law would never accuse me that I was unable to bear a child.

I lived in this big city of Uttar Pradesh with my husband, Pankaj, while my parents- in- law stayed with their teenage daughter, Priya, in their native village, which was just a hundred and fifty kilometers away from this city.

Let me first tell you the background of this story. I am Arti, 22 years old now, fair, 5'4" tall, fully developed woman and my breasts and my buttocks are my biggest assets. My measurements were 34A- 28- 34 two years before when I had no children, and I was always proud of my proportionate body. I am very extrovert, fun loving, romantic and highly sexed woman. I was married to Pankaj for years before at a comparatively younger age of eighteen. My parents lived in this very city with their three daughters. I being the eldest, and my two younger sisters are- Archana, 19 years, doing her graduation and Pooja, 15 years, studying in 9th class. My father, Manikchand, is an ordinary Government servant and my mother, Pushpa, is a housewife.

Pankaj's parents lived in their native place, a small town approximately 150 kms away from this city, and looked after agricultural activities in their fields. Pankaj was into show off, he wanted to show how rich, modern, big-hearted, etc., he was; and for this he sometimes would do weird things or act foolishly. We were incompatible couple, like many more who adjust with their spouses most of their lives. He was a commerce graduate and had started a small factory in a nearby industrial area. Though not very rich, but he was making enough money for our comfortable living. I wanted him to construct a small independent house for us, but he preferred to rent a much bigger house in a posh area, which was pinching the pocket unnecessarily.

I was a bright student though I never was a diligent. I always loved to roam around with my college mates- mostly boys- because I found girls mostly bitched around or were not quite intelligent and witty. As expected I got into my first love affair at the age of barely thirteen, but my body had started filling out and, with my vitals 32A- 25- 34, I looked a bit older for my age. My breasts were already of the size of a tennis ball and my hips were firm and round; I had pretty big aureoles as compared to others. Though I could not afford to wear fashionable clothes, but I mostly made men ogle my sensuous body, and their faces turned to have another glimpse of me. I was fair complexioned and had a proportionate figure; I was aware of many lustful eyes chasing me wherever I went.

There was a boy, an 18-year-old senior, at the school, who used to send me feelers through my friends that he loved me. Initially I avoided him because I did not really fancy him, as he was an average looking and not the kind of a boy I would have dreamt about. I liked strong, muscular and manly males and fantasized about them, but hormonal changes in my teen body urgently sought to learn things, which no girl could have explained properly in the way I wanted to learn.

I deliberately made friends with the boy and we started talking and going out occasionally. He offered to help me in my studies (Idiot!), and I thought it was better to seek his help to come closer to him. He started waiting for me till my classes were over, then he would take me to the college lawns and we would sit on one of the benches under a tree. He helped me in my science subjects, but I was not really interested in getting help in those subjects. I took the initiative and touched his hands or his sides etc to hint him my interests, but he would not take the hints. We talked about his families and I came to know that his house used to be empty during normal office hours. I urged him to meet at his house rather than in the school lawns where everyone could see us. He was delighted and our future meetings were in his house. I was getting desperate for him to make advances but he seemed too timid to even hold me or touch me intimately.

We used to meet around twice in a week in his house and I used to tell him jokes bordering on sex. Luckily, one day he hesitantly asked me if he could kiss me.'What is wrong with this boy? Why can he not grab me and take me in his arms and crush me? Why only a kiss?' I thought. I did not want to accept his proposal immediately, so I acted shy and protested mildly to show my feminine qualities, "It is not good for us to indulge in these things". We unfortunately did not kiss that day, and I regretted having refused to his suggestion. I was disappointed and had started losing interest in the boy. A few days later, he once again proposed for a kiss and this time I decided to agree immediately, but I acted coyly and consented only after he asked me once again. His bent forward and without taking me in his arms, he kissed me. His kiss was pretty cold, though I was shivering with sensation. I kissed him back to let him know that I had liked this kissing.

It became a routine with us, but after a month since he kissed me for the first time, now he used to wrap his arms around me while kissing. After yet another month, his hands started roaming on my chest as well and he would caress my breasts from over my clothes. My breasts were still not fully developed but they were as big as a small orange. I used to feel getting moist during these activities and, at times, I felt like asking him to take off all my clothes and explore my body completely.

In days to come, he took off my shirt and lifting my bra cups he caressed my naked breasts. I used to feel a strong current flowing across my body. I used to hold him tight while he caressed my breasts. He took another month to start sucking on my breasts alternately while caressing and now he had started kneading them as well. I enjoyed these meetings now, but had started getting wary of him for making such a slow progress, so after another three months I told him that I thought it was not good for both of us to continue such activities. He did not say anything but I could see despair in his eyes. We drifted apart because I did not show any interest in meeting him. He passed out that year and went to join a college and the 'affair' came to an end.

I had started masturbating in the bathroom, but never pushed my finger deeper than my second knuckle since I wanted a man to rupture it. I had heard it pains but that is what brings pleasure later and I did not want to miss out on any of these events. I used to cum rubbing my extra sensitive clit, which I was doing on regular basis. My desire to feel a real cock in hands, in mouth and, of course, inside my soppy cunt was increasing by day, but I never thought of getting laid by someone who did not appeal to me or who did not have proper skill to perform to our mutual satisfaction.

It was on a rainy Friday in August, I was fourteen years old then, and that day I had gone to attend my closest friend's (Nilima) birthday in the evening around 8 pm.; she was my classmate in the eighth standard. I was the only guest besides her two cousins, for she was also from a lower middle class family who could not afford a lavish birthday parties. After an hour it started raining so I decided to finish my dinner immediately and return home before it was too dark ... Nilima realized the situation and I immediately left, heading for my house that was barely two kms from there. I must have walked 200 yards looking for a conveyance that it started raining very heavily with thunderstorm. I was completely soaked and was thinking of returning to my friend's house.; my clothes seemed like a second skin on my body. My bra was clearly visible through my white blouse, while my black skirt stuck to my shapely legs. Visibility was very poor and I tried to move faster in the direction of my house, scared lest I should fall into some ditch or an open manhole. I was still around one and a half kilometers from my house when I saw a vehicle moving in my direction. When it came closer I could see it was a motorcycle that was moving at a very slow speed since it was night and there was hardly any visibility due to heavy rains.

I instantly waved my hand to seek his help. He stopped as he came just two yards away from where I was standing shivering with cold. He was a young man, average built and looks, wearing a shirt and pants. I had by now made up my mind not to go back to my friend's house.

"Yes?", he asked. I told her my problem. It was difficult to see the expression in his eyes or on face because his face looked somewhat twisted due to heavy rainwater falling on his face.

"Main Yogesh hoon aur paas mein hi rahta hoon, agar tum theek samajho to main ghar se raincoat le loon uske baad tumhen ghar chhod doonga" (I am Yogesh and I live close by, if you think it proper, I shall collect my raincoat and then shall drop you home). He told in a clattering voice.

It was a genuine request so I readily agreed and he asked me to hop on his pillion seat, which I immediately did. I had to hold him to avoid falling off his vehicle on a rough road as my legs were shivering violently making it difficult for me to keep my own balance. We reached a multi-storeyed building and a lift took us to his small tin-shed room on the terrace of a building, called a 'barsaati' here. He unlocked the door and opened it for me after switching on the light. I was hesitant as I came to know that he lived alone. He explained that he was from a different town and had come to this big city for studies, and he could not afford a better accommodation and was living alone. Not wanting to embarrass him I entered his room. It was an ordinary bachelor's room; but it was clean and there were very few items in the name of furniture. The bed sheet on his bed was clean and his books etc were properly and neatly stacked. There was a chair and a table and a wardrobe in the room. Only a few garments were littered. He switched on a heat convector after closing the door. Indicating the attached bathroom he advised me to go inside and wipe off my body; he even offered his clothes so that I could iron my clothes and put them on again. I was too shy to take off my clothes in a stranger's room, so I politely declined the offer. He pulled the chair, handed me a towel and then he went inside the bathroom to change his clothes.

After five minutes he emerged from the bathroom wearing a tahmet (sarong) only. Before putting on his clothes, he put some water in electric kettle to make tea for both of us. All this time I had been watching him and noticed that he was very caring person. For the first time I had looked at his partly naked body. He had sparsely hairy chest, though not muscular biceps but he looked manly and strong. He looked again at my shivering body and once again insisted I take off my clothes and put on his dry shirt and pants till my clothes are dried.

I decided to accept his suggestion, so taking a towel, I rushed into the bathroom. For strange reason I felt myself moist between my legs. I took off my clothes immediately. I head him calling me from outside and telling me that he was hanging a shirt and pant on the bathroom door. My god! I did not have the presence of mind of taking them before I entered the bathroom, I laughed within. I dried myself off with the towel and squeezed the water off my clothes. Just then I heard a loud sound and the lights in the bathroom were gone. 'Has he done it intentionally? Why should I have trusted a completely strange young man and come to his house?' I was regretting.

"Lagta hai transformer jal gaya ... ab to light aane mei bahut waqt lagega" (I think the transformer got burnt ... now it will take long for the power to return). He sounded confused and upset.

"Oh! So it was the electric power that had tripped because of transformer? Mujhe jaldi hi ghar pahunchana chahiye" (Oh1 so it was the transformer which has caused it? Now I should try to reach home at the earliest). I told him.

"Arey baba ham nauvi floor par hain aur lifts bhi nahin chal sakti bina bijli ke ... seediyon mein bhi bilkul andhera hoga aise mein kis tarah utrogi neeche? Mere paas torch hai, lekin shayad cell bahut kamjor hai ... agar beech mein khatm ho gaya to pareshani ho jayegi. Main nahin chahta ki building ke log tumhen dekhen" (but we are on the ninth floor of this building and the lifts would not be working now. it would be dark in the stairs as well so how shall you climb down? I have a torch but the cells are very weak so if they exhaust in between, it would be a big problem. I do not want residents in the building to see you here with me). He replied, concern in his voice.

I wrapped the towel around my lower body and opened the bathroom door; it was tight due to rainy season so, when pushed harder, it opened with a jerk. When I searched the clothes hanging on the door with my right hand, I found there were no clothes, though there were two nails on the outer surface of the door for hanging clothes.

"Kapade kahan hai?"(Where are the clothes), I was panicky.

"Ruko ... deta hoon"(Wait ... I shall give), I heard him saying from a distance.

I waited for him, keeping the bathroom door open. Two minutes later I felt his hand cup my naked right breast. It stayed on my breasts for almost five seconds then he away and mutered "Kapadey gir gaye lagta hai" (It seems clothes fell down).

It was too late. I felt a current flow through my body as I felt his hand on my breast, but I knew it was by accident. Nevertheless, it roused my sexual desire at that instant and I was ashamed of myself. Soon he had handed me the clothes. I closed the bathroom door and wore his shirt and tehmat, but it was impossible to expect my clothes to dry up without electric power, neither I could iron them. I stepped out in the darkness and heard him fumble with things near his bed. I sat myself in the chair.

"Mombatti mil gayi, kam se kam andhere mein to nahi rahna hoga" (I got a candle, at least we would not have to stay in dark). He informed me happily. I knew it would be embarrassing for me to face him in the candlelight, but darkness suffocates me and I feel very uncomfortable. In a few seconds there was dim candlelight in the room and I was relieved, but suddenly I realized I was in his a bit over-sized shirt without a bra or a panty underneath. I looked down for a moment and was embarrassed to find my hard nipples poking out, straining against the thin cotton material of the shirt. I tried to pull the shirt down so that the nipples would not touch the shirt. It was a futile attempt because I could not keep the shirt pulled all the time.

"Main khana bahar hi khata hoon aur abhi khana kha kar hi laut raha tha. Thoda bahut namkin vagairah hoga kamare mein wo tum kha lo" (I eat outside and was returning after my dinner. There is some thing to eat in the room, which you eat). He said sheepishly.

"Nahi ... maine khana kha liya hai" (No ... I have had my dinner).

"Chay ka saaman hai, chalo main chay banaa leta hoon" (I have things to make tea, shall make tea for you). He said happily. He took out the stove and started lighting it. I got up from the chair and went to help him.

"Hato ... chay main banaungi. Tum thoda aaram kar lo" (Let me make the tea, you rest for awhile). I insisted.

He got up to give me the condensed milk, tealeaves and sugar pot, then went and sat on the bed.

"Tumhare ghar wale pareshan honge na ... koyi phone hai wahan? Ham neeche building ki lobby se unhen phone kar sakte hain."(Your family must be worried about you ... do you have a phone? We can go downstairs and call them). And then he laughed, "Lekin bijli to hai hi nahin, neeche kaise jayenge?" (But there is no electricity; how shall we go down?).

I did not reply and kept myself busy in making tea. I wanted tea badly to get some warmth in my body. I gave him tea and took my cup and again sat in the chair. We started talking, telling about our studies, about our families etc. I came to know that Yogesh was a scheduled caste poor family, "Main chamaar hoon jaati se" (I am a cobbler by caste); my Brahmin family is very orthodox and would not have liked to know that I stayed with a scheduled caste and even drank tea in his utensils. I did not want to tell him much about my family's orthodox nature so just told him about who all were there in my family and what each of them was doing. I learnt he was working part time to get some money to pursue his engineering, though he was getting a small amount from his parents as well.

We must have talked for over an hour, then we realized it was almost midnight. We needed to sleep and it was still raining heavily so there was no chance of my getting back to my house.

"Tum bed pe so jao, main neeche bichha kar so jaunga ... mujhe to aadat hai" (You sleep on the bed and I would sleep on the floor ... I am used to it).

"Nahin. Tum bed pe so jao aur main neeche soungi" (No. You sleep on the bed and I shall sleep on the floor).

"Ye kaise hoga? Tum meri mehmaan ho". (How can this be? You are my guest). He said smiling.

"Ab dost ho gaye isliye ab main guest nahin hoon" (We are friends now, so am no more a guest). I replied coyly.

"Nahin ... please mujhe accha nahin lagega" (No, please I would not like it). He insisted.

"Theek hai baba. Wo hi karo jo tumhen accha lage" (Okay, shall do what you want).

I got up and taking his cup and other utensils I entered the bathroom to clean them. I replaced them from where he had taken them out and once again went to bathroom to answer the nature call before going to bed. I stepped out and moved towards the bed, just then I slipped on the wet tiled floor of the room; since I was not used to wearing a tehmat, its knot got loose and it slipped off my body. Luckily, Yogesh was standing close to where I had slipped after having spread a thick bed sheet on the floor for himself. He quickly moved to hold me with both hands, but his hands grabbed the shirt I was wearing from either side of my chest. As a result three of the mid-buttons of the shirt came off and he also lost his balance to save me, but grabbing a side of the bed he could manage to save both of us from getting hurt. One of my feet was on the hem of his tehmat (sarong); it knot loosened and soon it fell to his feet. He fell on his back on the bed sheet he had spread on the floor and I fell on him with my naked breasts crushing against his chest.

It took at least 3 or 4 minutes for me to realize that I was spread over his body, and that something hard was poking my navel. I was flushed and feeling embarrassed, but it was an accident so I did not feel shame. I slowly got up not realizing that the shirt buttons, which had come off, had fully exposed my perky breasts to his gaze. He was hurt a little as his hips had hit the ground bearing our combined weights; he got up resting his one hand on the bed to support him and tried to pick up his tehmat, but by this time I had seen his hard on. It was his turn to feel shy. We stood facing each other for some time before he wrapped his tehmat, while I was still unaware of my exposed breasts.