Chapter 17

After Pushpa left, I headed for a shower as the vigorous fucking had left me sweaty and sticky. Just as I was towelling myself dry, the doorbell rang. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I saw that it was Kalpana aunty with my lunch.

I opened the door and greeted her with a big smile, “Hey Kalpana Aunty ... just the one that I needed.”

She gave a shy laugh in return and replied “Beta, it feels like a long time that I haven’t seen you. Yesterday I was thinking of you all day...” as she entered the room, and I closed the door behind us.

She was dressed in her same old bottle-green cotton saree and matching blouse. As she mopped the sweat off her brow with the pallu of her saree, I took the tiffin carrier from her hand and put it down on the center table. Since I was wearing just the white Turkish towel wrapped around my waist with water droplets still dripping from my hair, she couldn’t help but look at my well-muscled torso.

With a smile, I pulled her towards me and embraced her warmly, pressing her heavy body and breasts to press against my chest. Wrapping her arms around my bare back, she looked up at my face with a loving and tender expression.

“I missed you yesterday night, aunty...” I said softly, and cupping her face gently in my hands, kissed her softly on the lips.

“Oh Jignesh beta...” she whispered, and responded by pressing her body to me and kissing me back.

Since my cock was yet to recover from its brutal assault on the lissome Pushpa, I did not want to start something I that I wouldn’t be able to complete.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I said to her with a laugh “You came at just the right time, Auntie. I’m very hungry.”

Hearing that, her motherly instincts took over instantly, and she said “Oh beta, sit. I’ll serve you food. You should eat before it gets cold.”

She disengaged herself from my arms and bustled towards the kitchen, wrapping her pallu around her ample fleshy waist.

After she served the food in plates, she sat down by my side to watch me eat. As I tucked into the delicious food, she watched me with fond affection. After I had finished my lunch, and was rinsing my mouth at the sink, she came into the kitchen carrying the soiled dishes. She then began to wash the dishes at the kitchen sink, and I plonked myself on the kitchen platform to watch her. As she was rinsing the plates, she said to me hesitantly “Beta, can you come to my house tonight for dinner?”

“Oh aunty, you don’t need to bother yourself for me much. I’ll grab some food from the market somewhere.”

Still continuing to rinse the dishes and not meeting my gaze, she replied “Beta, why do you say that? You know that auntie likes to serve you.” After a pause, she continued “And ... and ... today is the last night when I will be alone at home, tomorrow jigna will be back, and jatin bhai too...”

I had almost forgotten that Jigna was returning from her picnic tomorrow.

I remained quiet, and just looked at her. It thrilled me to think about how this buxom 42-year old homely housewife who was a mother of two, needed me so much that she was literally begging me to come to her house in the night to fuck her.

My tired cock twitched under the towel. I got off the kitchen platform, and walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I slid my palms under her saree and felt her ample fleshy belly. Resting my chin on her shoulder, I said softly into her ear “Oh aunty, I will definitely come.”

Sliding my hands up from her belly, I cupped her huge heavy breasts confined in the blouse with my palms, and squeezing them gently repeated “I will definitely come aunty, I too long to spend a night with you.”

Hearing my words, a shy smile lit up her face, and she said “Thank you beta ... thank you...” Turning around, she dried her hands on the pallu of her saree and said “Now I need to go to the market ... I have to buy some vegetables for tonight’s dinner.” Once again, she kissed me on my lips and said “I will wait for you beta...” With that she disengaged herself from my arms, and began to pick up the containers of the tiffin carrier.

After I had seen Kalpana aunty off at the door, I went to my room to change. Today was going to be a special day for me, as I had an appointment at that beauty parlour where Mayuri ben’s 23-year old daughter, Seema, was supposed to give me a ‘special’ massage. I changed into a pair of track-pants, sandals, and a white polo-neck t-shirt. Getting on my bike, I headed to the beauty-parlour run by Mrs. Radhika Sharma, the 36-year old Punjabi housewife in our colony.

Her husband dabbled in local politics and also ran the cable TV business in our area, and they had two daughters, aged twelve and eight.

I parked my bike outside their bungalow, and I looked around to see if there was anyone in the vicinity who would notice my coming here. Being about 2 pm in the afternoon, the lane was deserted. They ran the parlour in one of the duplex houses in our colony, and the only advertisement was a discretely placed board near the gate that said “Radhika’s Beauty parlour – for Ladies and Gents”.

I rang the bell, and the door was opened by Radhika aunty. Upon seeing me, her face broke into a huge toothy smile, and folding her hands together, she greeted me “Namaste, Jignesh bhai. Come in, come in, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Radhika aunty was the classic Punjabi woman. She had a medium fair complexion and long hair tied in a single braid that reached up to her hips. Her plump round face had a fair bit of make-up on it, with rouge highlighting her prominent cheeks, and red lipstick adorning her thick lips. She was dressed in an elaborate embroidered red and blue saree, with plenty of golden tinsels adorning the pallu, and a matching sleeveless blue blouse. An elaborate gold and blue-stone necklace adorned her neck, which were complimented by matching dangling ear-rings. On her arms, she wore a dozen red and blue glass bangles each, that completed the Punjabi house-wife dressed-for-an-occasion look.

I also noted the red sindhoor in the parting of her hair, and a tear-drop shaped red and blue bindi on her forehead. Her saree was tied well below her belly-button, and the way she had draped the pallu over her torso, one could see the partly exposed front of her sexy well-rounded belly. She was short by Punjabi standards, only about 5’6”, with a heavy womanly body. Her bare arms in the sleeveless blouse were fleshy, and under the ornate pallu of her beautiful saree, I could see the contours of her heavy rounded breasts. Her waist flared into wide hips and the characteristically heavy ass.

“Namaste, Radhika ji.” I replied with a shy smile, as I stepped into the room.

She closed the door behind her, and turned to me and said with a big smile “I am very happy Jignesh ji that you came to my parlour.” displaying teeth that betrayed the fact that she was prone to chewing paan. “Please have a seat.” She said, taking hold of my hand and leading me to comfortable couch.

As I settled into the couch, I noticed how she had converted what was otherwise the living room into a beauty parlour. There were three comfortable reclining leather chairs of the type you see in saloons, complete with the accompanying paraphernalia that you see in all parlours.

On the wall facing these chairs was a large mirror, with a counter in front that had all the tools of the business laid out. What had once been a show case had now been converted to a display cabinet filled with various cosmetics. As I looked at the room, she stood expectantly in front of me, as if waiting to hear my comments.

“You have decorated this place very well, Radhika ji...” I said.

She gave me that wide toothy smile again, and fluttering her eyelashes replied “Oh, thank you Jignesh ji...”

Tucking the pallu of her saree into her waist, she bustled inside into the other room behind, where the house originally had a bedroom and a kitchen. She returned in a few seconds, holding a tray in her hand, which had a dish with rolled-up cold towelette and a tall glass of chilled raw mango sharbat. Placing the tray on the corner table by my side, she picked up the glass of sharbat, and handing to me with both hands, said “This is some mango sharbat Jignesh ji ... I remember that you love that.”

As she bent forward to offer me the glass, I was rewarded with the sight of the deep v-neck of her sleeveless blouse and the ample cleavage formed by a rather tight bra holding together her heavy womanly breasts. Taking the glass from her hand, I replied with a shy smile again “Oh that’s so sweet of you aunty ... but how do you know that I like mango sharbat?”

“Oh beta, you grew up and you forgot? You used to come to aunty Radhika’s house every day after playing cricket to have some cold mango sharbat.”

I could only muster an “Oh...” as my childhood memories came back. This was from about 6 or 7 years back, and they had just moved into the colony. Now I remembered how we as adolescents used to admire this young Punjabi mother who had shifted to our colony.

“You forgot Radhika Aunty, but I didn’t forget Jignesh Beta...” she continued with a teasing smile.

“No aunty, I haven’t forgotten you. I remember the first time I talked to you. Do you remember once we were playing and the window of your house was broken by the ball, and I came to say apologize to you.”

Hearing this she laughed, and sitting down on the couch next to me, placed her hand on my thigh and said “How can I forget beta ... I remember well. That window was broken by one of your friends, but it was you who came to say sorry. That day I thought to myself that you were a nice and decent boy.”

Reaching out with her hand, she touched me fondly on the cheek, and said “Oh beta, you remember all that? I thought you must have forgotten.”

“How can I forget aunty? After all you were the most beautiful aunty in our colony.” I replied with a naughty smile, gazing into her eyes.

She blushed profusely, and laughed again, displaying the red paan-chewing insides of her mouth. Reaching out to the tray by her side, she picked up the wet towelette, and handing it to me, said “Today you made Auntie very happy son. Here wipe your mouth with this. Now it’s Auntie’s turn to make you happy today,” touching me seductively on my thigh with her well manicured fingers.

As I finished wiping my face and hands with the cold wet towelette, she took it from my hand, and standing up said “Come on beta, let me introduce you to my staff...”

I got up from the couch and followed her into the other room. It was actually the bedroom, which had been converted into some sort of a retiring room for the the girls who worked at Radhika aunty’s parlour. Three girls stood there obediently in the room with their hands clutched together in front of them.

One of them was obviously Mayuri ben’s daughter, Seema. What thrilled me was the way Seema and both the other girls were dressed. They were dressed in short black pleated skirt that ended well above their knees, and a matching black collared knit t-shirt. On top of this they wore a maroon-coloured apron, which had the words “Radhika’s Beauty Spa” embroidered in white on it in a cursive font.

“Beta, you must know Seema.” she said pointing to Seema.

“Hello Seema...” I said with a smile.

She responded by folding her hands together and saying “Namaste, Jignesh bhai...” with a shy smile.

Turning to the other two girls, Radhika aunty said “This is Aarti ... and this is Sushma...”

The girl called Aarti was fair slender one, who looked to be Sindhi by her features. She had the slim built of a school-girl, with pert little breasts, and a thin aquiline face with delicate features. She looked to be barely in her twenties, and her structure was very similar to my maid Pushpa, whom I had fucked earlier in the day.

She too folded her hands in the traditional Indian way and said shyly “Namaste saheb.”

“Hello Aarti...” I replied with a smile.

The other girl, Sushma, looked to be a little older than both Aarti and Seema, about 25 or 26, I estimated. She was of medium build, with a pleasant homely wheat-complexioned face, and could easily be mistaken for your neighbourhood didi who had reached marriageable age. She was reasonably well endowed, with firm round breasts, and shapely well contoured legs. While Aarti’s hair was cut short in a boy-cut, Sushma had long hair tied in a single braid behind her back.

She too greeted me with a “Namaste, sir...” and smiled coquettishly at me, indicating that she was definitely more experienced and savvy than the young Aarti.

Looking at these three girls standing there in front of me, as if on display, I couldn’t help admire the way the busty Radhika aunty had chosen her girls. For those customers, who preferred the slim slender types, there was the petite Aarti. For those who preferred the busty heavy-set types, there was the buxom Seema. And for those who preferred the homely medium-body types, there was the sexy Sushma.

As all three of them stood awkwardly in front of me, Radhika aunty turned to me with a smile and said “Come on Jignesh Beta ... I’ll take you upstairs to the massage room...”

Taking my hand, she led me to the stairs, and I followed her meekly like a young school boy who was just about to lose his virginity in a whore house. Admiring her heavy ass swing seductively under her saree as I followed her upstairs, Radhika aunty gave instructions to Seema.

“Get ready and come up quickly Seema. Tell Rambha to put fresh bedsheets and towels in the cabin. And tell Gajra Ben to keep hot water ready in the bathroom.”

The first floor of the bungalow was were there were two more bedrooms with a common bathroom at the landing of the stairs.

These bedrooms were the ones that were now converted to what Radhika aunty referred to as “cabins”. The windows were covered with thick curtains, giving the room a cozy feel. At the center of the room was a queen-size bed flanked by two night-stands on either side of the bed. The bed was considerably higher than normal ones, ostensibly designed with the intent of allowing the person giving the massage to stand and deliver without having to sit on the bed or bend forward too much. There was even a small low-height stool placed next to the bed to allow a person to climb on to the bed without difficulty. One one side of the room was also a full-sized wardrobe with a built-in dresser. As we entered the room, I saw that a maid servant was putting on fresh white linen on the bed. Having readied the bed, she proceeded to arrange various things like fresh white towels, lotions, oil, powder, and a basin of hot water on a trolley-stand next to the bed.

It was when she turned that I recognized this maid, whom Radhika aunty had referred to as Rambha a while back. She was a 23 or 24-year old brown-skinned Rajasthani girl who had been working at Radhika aunty’s house for a long time now. She did not have a good looking face as her mouth was marred by prominent buck-teeth. But her body more than made up for her rather unpleasant face. She was dressed in the trademark village attire of a bottle-green ghagra, a yellow blouse through which the outline of a white bra could be seen, and a red choli. I had noted that these village girls had an affinity towards wearing bright colours, however dark they might be. She had average sized breasts, the conical mango-shaped ones that stood proudly on her chest.

Her belly was slim and taut like most of these servant girls, but the highlight of her body was her ass. For her rather average built, she had a disproportionately big ass! It was as if the maker was trying to compensate for the lack of her score in the face and tits department by doling out all his largesse in her ass. Her waist flared out to very wide hips, and deliciously large and round buttocks. If there was somebody apart from Kalpana aunty whose ass I fantasized of fucking, it was her. As adolescents, we had heard that she was an easy lay; and would let you feel her tits for 20 bucks, give you a hand-job for 50 bucks, and would let you fuck her for 100 bucks.

“All ready, Rambha?” asked Radhika aunty as we entered the room.

“Yes, aunty ji...” replied the maid as she straightened up and turned around. Upon seeing me, she blushed and gave me a toothy smile, her hands immediately reaching up to her face to cover her mouth. I just smiled weakly in return, suddenly feeling awkward realizing that all these girls probably knew me from the time I was a kid. As Rambha quickly went out of the room, Radhika aunty turned to me, and flashing her most charming smile, said “Beta, don’t be shy at all. If you need anything then tell aunty. You just relax.”

With an embarrassed smile, I replied “Aunty ... I don’t know what to do. This is the first time I am in a place like this.”

With a little laugh, she came closer to me and placing her hand on my chest said “Oh beta, don’t worry. You don’t need to do anything. You just relax ... I have trained my girls myself. She will give you complete satisfaction.”

Seeing the apprehension on my face, she came even closer to me, so that her ample bosom was touching the lower part of my chest.

Touching my cheeks fondly, she said sweetly “Whatever you want to do beta, you can do it here. By the way, I sent Sushma to welcome you ... but because you have come here at the behest of Mayuri Ben, and her wish was that Seema should do your first massage, so I agreed to it.”

I could only muster an embarrassed “OK...”

With a teasing laugh, she slipped her left arm around my waist, and pulling me to her so that my body was now pressed to her lush ripe and heavy body, she ruffled my hair and said “Oh Jignesh beta, you are so sweet.”

I just smiled shyly in return.

“Beta, if you have any complaint then let me know. Ok? You are my VIP guest beta. I will do anything to make you happy.” She said in a low husky voice.

She was standing so close to me with her body pressed to me, that I could feel my cock stir inside my pants and press against her fleshy belly, and I couldn’t help but get aroused at the feel of her heavy ripe breasts pressing against my torso. And somehow the overpowering smell of paan from her red mouth only served to highten my arousal. Placing a quick peck on my lips, she said “Come on, you take off your clothes and lie down. I’ll send Seema.”

As she let go of me from her warm embrace, I turned around and began to unbutton my polo t-shirt. Sensing a movement behind me, I turned around and saw that she was still standing there watching me with a hint of a seductive smile on her lips. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my head, but stopped myself short on seeing her still standing there.

Seeing the surprised look on my face, she let out a small laugh and said “Why did you stop beta ... I just wanted to see a glimpse of your body ... I just saw you wake up every morning and go away.”

“Oh aunty, please...” I protested.

“Ok ok ok beta, I will not tease you anymore...” she said with a laugh again. With that she closed the door behind her and left the room. Not knowing what to do next, I climbed on to the bed and settled down to wait.

After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in...” I said aloud.

Seema came into the room with a shy smile on her pleasant face, carrying a tray with a glass jug of iced water and a glass. Without a word, she placed the tray on the night-stand near the bed, and then went back towards the door to lock it. After locking the door, she turned around and slowly walked back towards me sitting on the bed. Before I could say anything, she went down on her knees and touched my feet with both her hands, and then touched them to her forehead, in the traditional Indian gesture of respect that youngsters are expected to offer to elders.

As her hands went down once again to touch my feet, I jumped off the bed and bent forward to grab her by her shoulders. Pulling her up, I asked her with alarm “Seema didi, what are you doing!”

Lowering her eyes, she said in a small voice “Jignesh bhai, I just want to let you know how grateful I am to you for coming here...”

With a groan, I pulled Seema to me and embracing her warmly, said “Oh Seema didi ... please don’t ever say that again ... please...”

As I had mentioned earlier, Seema didi was in the same mould as her mother; short statured, broad, and thickset, with heavy round breasts. As I felt her heavy body with those thick breasts press against my chest, I caressed her back with my hands, feeling the strap of her bra through the knit fabric of her black t-shirt. She relaxed and let face rest against my chest, her hands holding me by my waist gently. After a few seconds, she pulled herself away, and looking up at me with a smile, wiped away the tears of gratitude that had sprung to her eyes. As I looked at her broad face, with the weather-beaten wheat-colored skin and thick lips, I realized she was not the manipulative whore that her mother was.

Clearing her throat, she said “Thank you Jignesh bhai ... Now please take off your clothes and lie down.”

With that she stood back to allow me to take off my clothes. As I pulled off my t-shirt, she took it from my hand and taking a hanger from the wardrobe, hung it neatly on the rod. I couldn’t help but look at how desirable the heavy-bodied Seema looked in that short black skirt and t-shirt. She was busty alright, with firm heavy breasts that were a younger version of her mother.

They did not sag as much as her mother’s, but they were still well spread across her chest on account of the rather tight bra I presumed she was wearing. Even with the tight bra, her t-shirt was stretched taut across the span of her breasts. Plump as she was, she did not have a flat belly and I could see the slight bulge of her ample waist where her t-shirt was tucked into the waist of her pleated black short skirt. The skirt reached up to the middle of her thick thighs, and her legs were by no means slender; with the flesh of her thighs having a dimple at the knees. She wore black medium heeled sandals on her legs.

As I admired her body, I realized she had caught me looking. When our eyes met, she smiled in embarrassment and said softly “Jignesh bhai, you have a great body.” Her eyes furtively glancing at my well muscled chest and biceps.

“You too, Seema didi...” I replied with a hint of a smile.

She just smiled and averted her gaze. Realizing that she was waiting for me to take off my track-pants too, I proceeded to do so, albeit with some awkwardness. I was wearing my white Rivolta briefs, and my cock which had begun to stiffen, bulged slightly from the front of my briefs.

She walked up to me near the bed, and placing her hand on my bare thighs, said softly “Please lie down Jignesh bhai...”

I complied silently and lay down on my back.

Clearing her throat again, Seema didi said “You lie on your stomach, I’ll massage your back first.”

“Alright, Seema didi...” I replied, and turned myself around to lie on my stomach. Since I was lying with my face to one side facing the wardrobe, I could see both of us clearly in the mirror.

Placing her thick hand on my back, she asked “Jignesh bhai, what kind of massage do you prefer ... Cream Massage, Oil Massage, or Powder Massage...”

Having never experienced anything like this before, I replied “Didi, I am getting this kind of massage for the first time. I don’t know anything about it, do whatever you think is best.”

I saw her smile in the mirror at my inexperience, and she said “Then I’ll give you oil massage Jignesh bhai. With baby oil, you’ll love it.”

“Alright didi...” I replied.

As she picked up the large bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby oil from the dresser at the wardrobe, she asked me “Well tell me one thing Jignesh bhai ... did you come here just because mommy asked you to come?”

As I watched her pour the oil liberally into the palm of her hand, I replied “Hmm. If your mother hadn’t told me, I would never have known that gents could get a message here...” I paused to look at her face in the mirror. Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued “But I came here not at the behest of Mayuri aunty. I came only because I had to come to you. If you weren’t here, and if you hadn’t ask me to come here, I would never come.”

That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she said softly “Thank you Jignesh bhai...” with a fond smile on her face. Spreading the oil on my back and beginning to massage my back, she asked “How do you like Radhika aunty Jignesh bhai?”

“Hmm ... to be honest I don’t like her much. I find her a little vulgar. I never liked women who chew paan.”

“Yes, she is a little vulgar,” she agreed. “But I owe a lot to her. If she hadn’t given me a job here...” her voice trailed off.

“Yes that’s right ... if she hadn’t given you a job here, where would I have gotten a chance to get a message from your hands?” I said with a laugh.

She smiled at that again, and replied “Jignesh bhai, if you needed me, all you would have to do is ask once. For you, I would have come to your house ... more...” and her voice trailed off again.

Her hands were now gently kneading the muscles of my back near my neck, and I could feel my body beginning to relax. As I closed my eyes, she asked me again softly “How are you feeling Jignesh bhai ... am I doing it well?”

“Umm didi, this feels very good.” I muttered.

She began to massage my spine with her fingers expertly, and continued chatting with me. “Well, which of the staff here do you like better ... Aarti or Sushma?” she asked me curiously.

Opening my right eye, I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that she was gazing expectantly the back of my head, and was keen to hear my answer.

“Hmm ... the girl I liked the most from the staff here ... her name is Seema.”

“Oh Jignesh bhai...” she said with a spontaneous laugh, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure at my flattery. “Tell me, Jignesh bhai ... Which one did you like the most?” she persisted, pouting those thick luscious lips of her in mock consternation.

“Hmm ... to be honest, I liked that Aarti more ... she is likable ... Sushma was a little too aggressive.” I replied.

“Not a little.” replied Seema did immediately. “You are absolutely right ... Aarti is a good girl. She works here to take care of her house like me...” she continued. “But Sushma is a very active girl ... she is nice to everyone for money, but gossips on everyone behind their back, she is the biggest whore.” Seema didi said with some emotion.

“Hmm...” I responded with my eyes closed, simply enjoying the way her fingers were manipulating the muscles of my back.

“I don’t understand people ... she is the biggest bitch but all the customers like her the most. She also gets the biggest tips.” Seema did continued to bitch.

Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika aunty was running, I asked Seema didi “So what kind of people come here, didi?”

“Mostly all middle-aged men come here Jignesh Bhai. Most of them are friends of Radhika Aunty’s husband, who are politicians he’s trying to appease.” she explained. “For those people, the massage is free, and on top of that, they never even give us a tip. It’s a big deal if you get a 10 rupees tip from them” she continued.

“So how much does Radhika Aunty charge for giving such a message here, Didi?” I asked; my curiosity aroused fully now.

“Jignesh Bhai, the rate of body massage here is 500 rupees for an hour, but...” she paused, as if unsure of continuing. Her hands were now sub-consciously and rhythmically massaging my lower back. “But ... we take extra tip for extra services.” she said in a hesitant tone.

“Extra services like what didi?” I asked in an innocent voice.

She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to tell me, and then resuming the massage, said “Extra services like handshake or frenchie, Jignesh bhai.” My cock lurched on hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a “handshake” meant a handjob, while a “frenchie” meant a blowjob.

“Oh...” was all I managed to muster in response.

“Can’t hide it from you Jignesh bhai...” she continued in a resigned tone. “All the people who come here ... they ... they only come for sex.” She stated, pronouncing the word sex as ‘sax’. “And those who come only for the massage, that too after ... we massage theirs ... theirs...” she almost blurted out in a small voice. “That’s why ... we ... we have to make them cum ... by giving extra service.” she finished in a small voice.

My cock, by now had become painfully hard in the confines of my briefs, and it was not helped by the fact that I was lying on my stomach.

“Hmm ... and how much do you get paid for these extra services?” I asked, managing to keep my voice even.

Realizing that I was not shocked to hear this, she relaxed visibly and resumed her massage.

“Well there is no fixed rate Jignesh bhai ... everybody is different ... it depends on the girl...” she answered. “Like I ask for 200 extra for handshake, or more ... and 500 for both handshake and frenchie.” she said in a rather embarrassed tone.