Village Of The Damned 8211 Part 1
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My Sensational Village Experience – Part I free porn video
Hi all. This is Varsha here. I am 26 years old, married; hubby is in the Middle East. I am fair, slim, and tall and my stats are 34 28 32. The line up of incidents that I am going to narrate to you has been life changing ones for me. Since it is a long narrative, I’ve decided to break it down into parts to keep you engrossed.
Being brought up in a modern family, I was very social, and used to keep myself occupied by going for parties, playing sports, etc. to get rid of the boredom as I was staying alone. I also watch porn, read sex stories, and masturbate whenever I get horny, but have always stayed true to my hubby. I often used to visit my friends and relatives whenever I get bored. On one such day, when I was getting terribly bored, I decided to go to my relatives who lived in a village. It was my hubby’s elder brother who was living there. I decided to drop down there without informing them to give them some surprise. I usually wear trendy clothes and don’t feel shy about modern dresses. And since it was summer, I took only a few modern clothes that weren’t too stuffy and set about the journey as I did not plan to stay for more than 2 to 3 days. It was a more difficult ride than I expected it to be as it turned out to be a remote village.
I was wearing a pink tee shirt that was just a bit too small so that whenever I raise my hands, my navel would get exposed, and a blue coloured knee length skirt. I could clearly see the men in the village stare at me and almost eating me with their eyes. Thankfully, when I came to the village, the bus wasn’t too crowded, for what I heard was that these buses used to be very jam packed. I reached the village and somehow managed to find my brother in law’s house. I knocked the door and Ajay, my b-i-l’s son, who was 17 – 18 years old, opened the door. He was surprised to see me, but immediately invited me in. I told him that I just wanted to give you all a surprise and that was why I did not tell them about my plans. As I was saying this, I found that nobody else was in the house. I asked him, “Ajay, where are your parents??” “They have gone on a pilgrimage aunty. Will return in a few days”.
As he was saying this, I could see his eyes wandering all over my body, but I did not give any importance to it. At the same moment, I heard the phone ring. Ajay picked it up. It was his parents. He told them about my arrival. They talked to me and told me that they were very happy that I came and that it would take them another 15-20 days to return due to some unexpected circumstances and they were worried of leaving Ajay alone. They requested me to stay with Ajay till they return. I had no other option but to accept their request. They were very happy about it and said that they wouldn’t be able to contact us anymore till they reach home and so told me to take care of ourselves. (They do not have mobile phones). Within 5 minutes, all my plans had turned head over heels, and so I was destined to stay in this village for about close to a month. I told Ajay about it and he was very happy that I was to stay with him throughout. I then freshened up and Ajay gave me some food to eat. I had never been to villages. And so I felt like I would make use of this stay by embracing myself with village cultures and stuff like that. I called up my hubby and told him about the situation. He said that it was better for me as I wouldn’t be feeling lonely and that I should not feel sad about it. I then had an early nap, slept in Ajay’s parents’ room, as I was tired of all the jerky travel in village buses.
Next morning I woke up to find Ajay already awake. He had already taken bath and was waiting for me for the breakfast. He said he used to buy food from the nearby restaurant in the village and his father would pay them when he returned. I took my brush, soap, and a towel, went to the bathroom to freshen myself. It was a typical village house. Since, Ajay’s family was well to do; they had a cement house, big enough for a family of three. The bathroom was behind the main house, some 20 yards from it. I wasn’t as yet used to the feeling that I wasn’t in my house and so had taken only a towel with me. I freshened myself up and only then did I suddenly realise that I only had a towel with me. I did not know what to do, as I had to walk a good 20 yards or so to reach the main house. I opened the door slightly and peeped out and to my relief the compound wall was high enough to block me from the view of any passerby. So I tied the towel around me and went to the house. It was a bath towel, bigger than the normal ones, yet it only covered me from the top of my chest to somewhere around the middle of my thighs as I am tall.
As I was about to go into my room, I passed by Ajay and could see him out rightly staring at my body, as if tracing the shape of my parts under the towel. It was so awkward for me, for this young boy was staring at me so vulgarly, and yet I couldn’t do anything as he was my relative. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts as I knew that such sights were indeed a rarity for him. He wouldn’t have as much as seen anyone in any exposing clothes, let alone walking around with towels. I quickly changed into a tight blue low hip jeans and a white shirt. Underneath I wore only a white bra and panty as it was rather sultry, and so did not care to wear anything to cover my torso other than the bra. I at once realised that people (well, I thought only of Ajay) can easily get a view of my skin from the gap in between the two buttons and that my navel was also rather clearly visible. But I left it as such, as I was rather getting excited about seeing people drool over my body. As expected, right from the moment I came out of my room, Ajay couldn’t take his eyes off me. I did not want to encourage him in what he was doing, nor did I want him to stop it. So I stayed as if I was unaware and so he continued taking peeks at my body. We quickly finished breakfast, which was good enough, as I did not expect food to be that good in village restaurants.
Now I had other issues that I was concerned about. I brought only 4 sets of dresses as I did not plan about an extended stay. I needed clothes. I initially thought of going to the nearby town to buy some dresses. But then I decided against it as this presented me with a good opportunity to try on some rural clothes. I told Ajay about this. He told me that in the then I would have to go to the tailor shop. We both set off at once to the shop. There at the shop was a middle aged tailor, who I presumed was the owner of the shop, and a young girl who looked something like 22 or 23. He recognised Ajay and asked him the purpose of our visit. He told him that I wanted to get a few traditional dresses stitched, like gaga choli and some sarees. The tailor introduced himself as Raju and at once ran his eyes all over me and gave a mischievous smile. He then opened and old book that displayed the various designs of cholis and blouses that he would stitch. I told Ajay to make his choice. He hesitated a little bit, but I told him to feel free and select whichever ones he likes the most and feels that I would look good at.
Now he browsed through the pages and selected two choli designs and two blouse deigns. As I expected, it was a “bare all” kind of design. the first design of choli he showed me was sleeveless, backless and had a deep v neck, seriously deep that I considered discarding it, and when I was about to tell Ajay to look for an alternative one, the tailor Raju, who was also looking at the design interrupted and said that Ajay has made a very good choice. “With the summer heat and all, it would get very stuffy madam. Wearing clothes of such kind will allow lot of air to pass, so you won’t feel uncomfortable. I could not come up with any reason to object, and also did not want to project myself as any other conservative woman and so I said ok. The next choli was again of a deep neck but looked sort of small to me from the picture. when I asked the tailor about it, he told me, “this is a brand new model madam, special summer design, and it is two inches smaller on the midriff, so that it covers only your breasts and leaves your entire midriff right from underneath your breasts open, so that it adds to your beauty as well as keep you comfortable.” and Ajay, on hearing what the tailor was saying became persuading me too much saying that this was his favourite design and so I accepted for that too. Next came the blouse. One model was a front open one. The cleavage was so deep that it had just two hooks. Also it exposed a lot of the top half of the breasts, and was just about covering the nipples. Also, no bra could be worn because of the deep cut. Even a half cup bra would have some part of it jutting out of the blouse. The other one was a backless one with strings tied behind the neck. Again no opposition for both the blouse model as Ajay and the tailor teamed up.
Now for the material selection. The tailor had a shop adjacent to this one where he sold dress materials. As we went there, Raju (the tailor) did not care asking us for choices but directly said, “Since its summer madam, let me show you some thinner, lighter materials. Well, take a look at these.” and he laid in front of us many designer materials that were ultra thin, so much so that the table underneath was clearly visible. This time Ajay did not wait for my permission. He went forward to select the materials himself. For the first of the mentioned type of choli he picked up an orange and blue striped material which was for both the gagra choli and dupatta. And for the second one he picked a light green cloth with brown and yellow coloured designs. For the first sort of blouse he picked a white material for blouse which had golden threads over it as designs and also a plain white see through cloth for the petticoat and a net saree in white. For the second kind of blouse (the backless one) he picked a black blouse and petticoat and a dark blue designer saree to match it.
The tailor Raju was also impressed with Ajay’s selections and he made note of the materials and we now went back to the original shop. Upon reaching there, Raju said, “now for the measurements madam. Have you brought any blouse or choli with you from which we could take the measurements?” I said that I had none. “Well that is not a problem at all. We will take fresh measurements. Always better.” He called for the girl he had employed in the shop to take my measurements. There was no separate room for taking measurements but there was a small portion of the room which could not be seen by people passing by the road. Raju came there with a pad and pen to note down the measurements and we (Ajay and me) followed him. The girl there came up to me with the measuring tape she started from my shoulder. She measured the length of my shoulder and told the tailor which he noted down.
Then she measured the circumference of my upper arm. She then asked me what the sleeve length should be. Ajay immediately came up and touched my arm almost very close to my shoulder and said that should be the length. Then she came to my breasts. She put the tape over my shirt almost over my nipples and took the measure. While she was doing this, Raju showed his disapproval. He came up and said to her, “you have been working for so many days and you still don’t know this! Can’t you see hat madam is wearing a shirt that has frills running down the length?” Saying this he ran his hands over the entire length of my body as if tracing the frills. He continued, “If you take measurement over these frills, then her blouse and choli will become loose. You are spoiling my name and reputation.” He now turned to me and said, “Madam I hope you understand. Please unbutton your shirt until your abdomen so that we can take the correct measurements.” he could see that I wasn’t too comfortable with it. So he continued, “Please don’t feel uncomfortable madam. We are only trying to help you out. I can see that you are wearing a bra. So there is no problem. I hope you understand madam, unlike these village ladies.” his comparing me with the village ladies played the trick and he could see that I was fine.
He asked the girl to unbutton my shirt and take the measurement over my bra. This girl unbuttoned two of my buttons until my entire bra clad breasts were out for the view of Ajay and Raju. I could see both of their pants stretched out and could immediately realise that they had a hard on. Since she had removed only till my top half buttons, she had difficulty in letting the tape around my body. Raju found this and wasted no time to seize the opportunity. He ordered the girl, “What are you doing? You might hurt our customer. Remove all the buttons and do it freely.” the girl looked at me and I lightly nodded as if giving my consent. She quickly opened all the buttons, and there I was, standing with just a bra with an open shirt, showing of my body to two men. This was seriously turning me on. She put the tape over my bra and took the measurement.
Then she put it just under my breasts and gave the measurement. Next she came down to my waist and asked me where I would want my lozenge to start from. This time Raju came in and said that madam is going to wear some trendy ones. So let them start from here. And he places his hands just under my pelvic bone over my jeans. He then turned to me and said, “Madam, if you don’t mind, will you please unbutton and lower your pant just a little bit so that we can take the measurements?” I had nothing to say. I just unbuttoned it and carefully pulled down my pant just till the place he just showed. That was where my panty line just started. More free show for these guys. The atmosphere was getting more and more electric. Now I was standing in front of them in just a white bra, shirt unbuttoned to show my complete torso, my pant also unbuttoned and lowered to reveal my white panty. She quickly noted my waist length. Then she measured from my hip to my heels for the length. The tailor then asked me to dress up and come to the front portion. I quickly redressed and then he asked me whether I want the lehenga and saree underskirt with a draw string or the elastic type. Ajay interrupted to say the elastic type is fine. He told me to come in two days to collect the clothes. I was more than happy to get out of that place.
I could find Ajay more confident in taking peeks at me and he was also putting one hand around me touching my naked waist while we walked back home.
More to continue……
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