Gargi Ch. 04

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I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding.

I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit of others, these are immediately followed by English translations.

Please read Ch. 01-03 for the sake of continuity.

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Ch. 01-03 Summary: A young, temporarily grounded air hostess and an even younger (18+) management trainee are neighbours. After a period of (almost) platonic friendship, they start an affair. They explore their sexuality and try stuff they’d only read about till then…

Ch. 04 describes their visit to Powai Lake.

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Gargi soon had to appear for her fitness test, after which she would be able to fly again. I decided to take a day off, wanting to make the most of the few days available. One evening after most office staff had left, I knocked on the door of my boss’s cabin.

“Come in!” He boomed.

He was a young guy in his thirties, perhaps 6 – 8 years my senior. He was cheerful, extroverted and outgoing. Under that benign exterior lay a sharp mind and a ruthless ambition. He reputedly could read a person’s mind just by looking into his eyes. He was a demanding boss and didn’t suffer fools. Naturally, he was feared and held in awe by his subordinates. He also was rumoured to have been quite a playboy in his salad days, before he got married. He liked my work and we got along well. Having graduated from the same business school helped, too. A bit hesitantly, I asked whether I could take a day off the next day.

“Kyon? Koi choot ka chakkar hai kya?”

“Why? Are you chasing pussy?” He indeed is a mind reader, I thought.

“No… No sir! It’s nothing like that. I… I… just wanted to attend to some personal work…” I trailed off as he fixed me with an unblinking stare. After keeping me on tenterhooks for maybe 30 seconds, he burst into a loud guffaw.

“Theek hai, theek hai! Jao, maja maro!”

“OK, OK! Go, have fun!”

I was relieved. He spent the next 10 minutes grilling me on the progress of my current assignment, asking detailed, searching questions.

“By the way, try to report back to the office by evening. We don’t want to unnecessarily spoil your leave record.” He said as I turned to leave. Perhaps he saw in me a reflection of his own image when he too was a young trainee…

Gargi’s Fiat Millecento car had been behaving well lately, after I’d found a good mechanic to repair her. Early next morning, Gargi set off from home and picked me up at a junction sufficiently far from our neighbourhood. We’d become very careful not to be seen too much together, after we’d started fucking. We didn’t want to set neighbours’ tongues wagging. We set off for Powai, a good 15 – 20 kilometres away. The road was bad but the traffic was thin. By mid-morning, we reached the garden on the Shore of Powai Lake. Being a weekday, the garden was almost deserted (those were the good old days, remember?). I spotted a few couples in the distance, doing their own thing.

Gargi was dressed in a synthetic silk sari with floral prints and a tight, short, daringly cut cotton choli that was held together by a knot in the front. It had built in cups and she wasn’t wearing a bra. The sleeves were elbow length and fitted tightly on her upper arms. The sari was worn low on her hips and a large expanse of her curvy hips, slim waist, rounded belly and her navel were exposed. She’d gained a few pounds lately, so the choli was even tighter than originally intended. Her beautiful bosom swelled out of the large, deep neck, displaying a décolletage to die for. The pallu of her translucent sari that she’d wrapped around her shoulders served to titillate the viewer rather than hide her charms. I’d had plenty of time to look at her sexy body as she’d driven us to Powai and my swollen cock was very uncomfortable in the confines of my briefs.

We walked hand in hand tuzla eve gelen escort deeper into the garden and found a secluded spot on sloping ground close to the water’s edge. Vegetation surrounding us provided a reasonably good cover from prying eyes. Both of us were sweating and slightly out of breath as we sat close to each other. There were dark circles of sweat under her arms and my nostrils flared as I caught her feminine scent. For long moments, we wordlessly enjoyed the silence and each other’s proximity. Soon, we were lying prone, arms wrapped around each other. We kissed lazily, savouring the touch of our bodies, lips kissing and sucking, tongues licking and lovingly duelling, licking up each other’s saliva… I pulled aside her pallu and my fingers slowly stroked the exposed flesh of her torso. Her eyes reddened and her eyelids became inflamed as she slowly became aroused. She uttered little moans and her body writhed in response to my caresses. She stopped me as soon as my fingers tried to undo the knot tying her choli together.

“Ithe nako!”

“Not here!” She whispered hoarsely. I deferred.

I continued to fondle and knead her magnificent, full breasts, without opening her choli. Soon, I pulled the shoulder strap of her choli down one shoulder. A finger wormed its way under her choli and stroked her stiff nipple. Another finger found its way in and I started pinching and rolling her nipple. The neck of her choli was large and I was able to pull the nipple out. I bent to lick and suckle on her nipple and nipped it lightly, eliciting moans and shivers of pleasure from her. I did the same thing with her other nipple and soon I was alternately licking her nipples as they winked at me, exposed above the neck line of he choli.

“Zavu ya?”

“Shall we fuck?” I whispered and she nodded her assent.

“Pan kuthe?”

“But where?”

“Mala ek jaga thauk ahe!”

“I know a place!” I assured her.

We got up and she readjusted her breasts inside her choli and wrapped the pallu around her shoulders as I looked on. Soon we were on our way. I drove on towards Aarey milk colony. It was a private road those days, but the old watchman at the entrance was persuaded to let us in for a small tip. The huge expanse of Aarey Milk Colony was mostly jungle in those days, with a narrow, potholed road running through from Powai to Goregaon. There were many narrow lanes leading off the road that ran for maybe 50 meters and then petered out into the jungle. They provided an ideal rendezvous for lovers who could afford cars. Soon I parked the little Dukker Gadi in a cul de sac, close to a big Peepul tree. The space between the tree and the car was completely cut off from view of anybody walking in, although such a possibility was remote. I hurriedly dragged Gargi out of the car and in no time we were frantically kissing and pawing each other, my hips trapping Gargi’s body against the car as I dry humped her. My trembling fingers undid the knot of her choli and her magnificent breasts sprang free.

“Ssss…” She hissed as I kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“Ajun zorat!”

“Harder!”

She winced as I squeezed them and pinched her nipples really hard, but didn’t stop me. I raised the hem of her sari, reached under and slid her panties down. She spread her legs apart to make room for my hand. Soon, I was frantically finger fucking her hot, wet pussy and circling her clit with my thumb. In no time, she hit a hard climax. I lowered my trousers and briefs to my knees and she wrapped her hand around my shaft and stroked it. I wanted to fuck standing her up against the Dukker Gadi but she declined. She pointed out that our heads and shoulders would be easily visible above the roof of the car.

“Magchya seatwar karu ya!”

“Let’s do it on the rear seat!” She whispered.

Now, the rear seat of the Fiat Millecento isn’t exactly designed for copulation. Besides, I have a large frame and Gargi was not petite either. It was a real struggle as we tried various positions to get my cock into her pussy. Our efforts would have been hilarious, had they not been so frustrating. Finally, tuzla otele gelen escort she straddled my thighs, facing front while I sat leaning back with my thighs apart, and cock pointing up. She raised herself, taking support of the front back-rest and then gradually lowered herself, while I guided my cock as it slowly speared her pussy.

“Shewti ghusla ekdacha!”

“It’s in, at last!” She giggled, tightening her pussy muscles around my shaft.

In the confines of the little car, there wasn’t much room for movement. The little car rocked and creaked while we fucked with small movements, supplemented by Gargi’s pussy muscles tightening and relaxing around my shaft. I fingered her clit and kissed and sucked her back. We were completely bathed in sweat by the time Gargi climaxed and then waited to catch her breath.

“Tu zadla nahis ajun!”

“You haven’t cum yet!” She exclaimed when she found I was still hard as she tightened her pussy around my shaft. She dismounted and was soon leaning into my lap and licking my crown while her hand stroked my shaft. Although she did her best, she wasn’t able to get me off.

“Thamb zara!”

“Wait a moment!” I grunted.

I got out of the car and stood facing the open door, while she sat facing me. Her face and body was dripping sweat and she was breathing hard. Her shiny, naked breasts rose and fell as she stared lustily at my hard, wet cock. I held my cock and rubbed it all over her face and breasts and then started jacking off as she stared, fascinated. In a minute, I climaxed.

“Oooohhhh…!” I exhaled as waves of pleasure and relief washed over me and my creamy white semen spurted all over her face and breasts, oozing down and mixing with her sweat.

She wasn’t repelled by my semen landing all over her. I used my handkerchief to wipe it off. The sheer volume of my spunk soon saturated my handkerchief and her synthetic silk sari was not a good absorbent either. I slowly spread and rubbed in my remaining ejaculate all over her chest and shoulders. She waited patiently as I indulged myself, even raising her arms to let me rub it into her hairy armpits. Then she re-tied the knot of her open choli, wrapped her pallu around her shoulders and brushed her hair back with quick, graceful movements.

“Ghari jau ya ata. Tuch gaadi chalaw!”

“Let’s go home now. You drive!” She whispered. We’d originally planned to go to a restaurant for lunch.

“Theek ahe!”

“OK!”

I got off at a take-away food joint that was well-known for its tandoori chicken and fried prawns, and Gargi drove home. She opened the door as soon as I knocked, about twenty minutes later. She’d changed into a dark blue wraparound cotton skirt that fitted snugly on her hips and a thin white shirt. She’d opted for a quick rubdown with a wet towel instead of taking a shower, so as to spend as little time as possible in the bathroom. The skirt just about reached her knees. The shirt was short sleeved and loose fitting, with large arm openings and buttons running down the front. The top three buttons were undone and the shirt tails were knotted together, leaving her belly partly exposed. Her navel winked at me above the waistline of her skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts swayed and moved fluidly as Gargi went about setting the little table in the kitchen. I caught flashes of her hairy armpits as she reached for stuff on the top shelf. Shadows of her dark aureoles could be glimpsed through the translucent fabric of her white shirt.

“Chala jeu ya!”

“Lets’ eat!” She whispered. Her smouldering eyes betrayed a different kind of hunger, though.

“Chala!”

“Lets’!”

I pulled her to me and we pawed at each other and exchanged frantic open mouthed kisses. Her shirt was off in a jiffy and my hands were all over her breasts, rubbing, fondling, squeezing, pinching… She stared hungrily as I stripped off my clothes and became stark naked. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted in anticipation.

The kitchen platform was clean and relatively uncluttered. I swept aside the stuff lying on it and hoisted Gargi up on it. She spread her tuzla sınırsız escort thighs as I stepped between them. I undid the knot holding her wraparound skirt and pulled roughly. The skirt quickly unravelled and revealed her naked pussy.

“Ohh!” Her eyes widened when she realized what I had seen and she quickly covered her pussy with her trembling hands. In her hurry, she’d forgotten to put on her usual half-slip. She blushed in shame and looked down. I drank in the amazingly sexy sight of a naked Gargi covering her pussy with her hands while the rest of her curves lay bare for my pleasure. I noticed welts on the delicate skin of her upper body caused by the tight choli that she had worn in the morning. I reached out and gently soothed them with my fingers. She squirmed in pleasure but remained otherwise passive, refusing to look up and meet my eyes.

“Haat bajula kar na. Mala baghu de!”

“Take your hands off. I want to see!”

She made a clicking sound and shook her head in the negative.

“Pan ka nahi?”

“But why not?” I persisted.

“Ti vichitra diste!”

“It looks weird!”

“Vichitra? Mag maza laoda pan vichitra disto ka?”

“Weird? Does my cock look weird too?” I thrust my hips forward.

She shook her head in the negative and giggled.

“Dakhao na please! Mala ek papi gheu de!”

“Show me, please! Let me kiss it!”

She at last relented, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes tight, she moved her hands aside.

“H’m!” It didn’t look weird to me. It looked… interesting. I ran my fingers through the soft, sparse growth of hair on her delta of Venus, then bent and inhaled deeply, rubbing my face on her thatch. I planted little kisses on her thatch and her thighs and she slowly spread them apart to let me have better access. I pulled a chair and sat down between her legs. My fingers slowly ran up and down her slit, then gently spread her outer lips apart to reveal her pink inner labia. The warm, moist, feminine scent of her pussy suffused my senses as I leaned in to kiss and lick it. Colourless, slick, lubricious nectar started to dribble out of her pussy and I lapped it up, savouring its salty taste. I looked up and saw her looking down at me, a little smile playing on her lips. I spread her outer lips further apart and teased her clit out of its hood.

“Uh… uh… uhh…” She gasped as I licked and sucked her clit. Her thighs tried to close in on my head but I forced them apart and had a free run of her pudendum with my tongue and fingers. My lips and cheeks shone with her juices when I finally straightened up.

“Ata bagh!”

“Now watch!” I whispered hoarsely.

I placed her feet on the edge of the platform and spread her thighs wide apart while she leaned back on her elbows. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, lubricating it with her juices and also restoring its hardness. Soon, my cock head was nestling between her inner labia, at the entrance of her vagina.

“Ha ghe!”

“Take this!” I slowly thrust my hips forward and we both watched my thick cock spread apart her labia and disappear into her depths, till my pelvis rested against hers. As I pulled out, we could see her red inner labia pull out too, wrapped tightly around my cock. I gripped her waist and continued our slow, deep fucking, both of us enjoying the visual as well as sensory feast as it unfolded. The sparks generated by our coupling radiated outwards from our joined genitals and spread through our bodies, overwhelming our senses. Although we would have liked to go on like this forever, we just couldn’t help it as my thrusts became harder, faster and deeper and I was soon literally pounding her abused, swollen cunt with my blunt weapon. When I finally climaxed, she wrapped her legs and arms around me and held me tight until we both came down to earth. We were both dripping with sweat and she was crying too, so overwhelmed was she by the tide of primal pleasure that had washed over her.

After that day, she wasn’t as paranoid as before about hiding her pussy from my eyes, although she still wasn’t very comfortable with it…

I managed to make it to the office just a few minutes before closing time. My boss was talking to a group of staffers as I walked in.

“Ah! Here he comes! Come, tell me. How did the meeting go?” He threw an arm around my shoulders and we walked into his cabin. Of course, that was for the benefit of the staffers, making it appear that I had been out on an official assignment…

Contd…

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