A river bank
Hello again to all the readers. I’m Nisha and I am from Central India. Well thx very much for all the replies and encouragement given to my first attempt. It’s really impossible for me to reply to each and everyone. This is my second story. It’s a Fantasy. But first my introduction. I am 27 years old and married since 4 years with no children. My stats are 36D-29-38. I m whitish in complexion with black hair and 5’5” tall. Here I Start. Last Year in May I got a phone call from my Uncle. He wanted me to spend some time in his village situated in North West Maharashtra. I really got happy and thought rather then getting bored her I should visit them as I didn’t saw them since my marriage. I reached the Village in the evening. It was First week of June. Summer here is always severe and the climate always touches its full peak. Temperature here in the afternoon would be around 47. The villages in Maharashtra experienced severe power cuts with 4 hours in morning and 4 hours in evening. So life here would be miserable. The first 2 days went quite boring I helped my aunt in the kitchen and chat with the neighboring aunties. My Uncle has a small Restaurant near the bus stop and would leave in the morning and return in the evening. . He also has a big farm about 6-8 acres some 5 kms away from the village. The heat became unbearable for me So one day I told my uncle about the hot temperature and boredom So he gave me the idea to visit the farm for some pass time also the farm would be much cool than our house. Next day He ordered the farm caretaker to come and pick me up and drop me back. So from next day I started to visit the farm. And after few days I was fucked by the caretaker that I have already mentioned in my first attempt. The fantasy starts now. The Village experienced a severe water shortage as there was a little problem in water supply department also all the wells started to dry up. So there was not much water for external activities such as cleaning, washing etc. So my aunt would wake up early in the morning & visit the river flowing nearby outskirts of the village for washing clothes. It went for some days. But after 2 days I decided to help her. We would reach at sharp 7 am wash clothes and then return back at 10. The river bank was quite big in size and stretched over at least 500 meters. At The far end there was a big mountain slope covered with oak and deodar trees. Adjoining that was a kuthcha road that joined the big road highway after some kms. I was pretty surprised to see the water level in the river. Considering the fact that it was summer season. Most of the ladies of the village would accompany us and soon there were as many ladies that all the major portion of the bank would fill up. Much of Ladies brought their kids .They would bath in the river and play around. I was pretty surprised to see that some would swim also. I helped my aunt in washing clothes and watch the kids enjoying themselves in the river. The atmosphere here was just like we see in a fare. Watching these kids swim reminded me my college days. I was a good swimmer. I use to enjoy it very much in the City swimming pool every Sundays. There would surely be around 100 men watching me swim and eyeing my sexy body. Some how those golden days passed by. Then one day I sat and watched those kids swim. I enquired from one kid about the depth of the river. It really generated a great interest in me to swim here. But due to the crowd and also my aunt it wasn’t possible to swim here till at least 10am in the morning. So I thought to try the river after 10. Next day I came alone and gave my aunt a little rest. I finished my work and waited for the other ladies to depart. The sun started to come over our heads and all the ladies left. Now I was left alone. I was wearing sari so it wasn’t possible to swim in sari. Also I didn’t have any type of swimming costume with me in the village. The only way was to swim in my bra and panty. I took time to take the final decision. I realized that it is possible if and only if I m all alone here. So I decided to have a go. I went inside the jungle opened my sari, covered my assets with a towel and came near the river bank. I removed the towel and entered in the water. I took first few steps slowly as the ground level was slippery. There were big stones and rocks towards the beginning so I started to walk. After few distance the water level was till my knees. I took few more steps and dived in the river. I started to move my hands and legs. Water was cool and it was a great experience enjoying swimming after 5 years. I was moving my hands and legs slowly not trying to over attempt. I slowly started moving my body but moved faster and gave my body a hard jerk just freely applying freestyle swimming technique. I kept my forearms stiff i.e. Rigid; rather than hanging so that I can move forward easily. I moved forward toward the center where the water level would be around 10-12 foot. My legs were moving quite fast, helping me to cover the distance in short span. Now something unusual happened. Just towards the front end a man probably a passerby stopped and started watching. He got excited seeing me swim and that too in my inners. He stood there for little time and then came just down near the bank. I wasn’t aware of all this. I was just enjoying performing my swimming stroke. I was already in the center and started moving towards east. He quickly opened his clothes and dived dashed in the water. I was just in my own sense and never looked up as to know who one is watching or what is happening in the outside world. He soon came near me. I suddenly realized from the big water movement that someone is near. I just opened my eyes and saw back that some one probably a local villager is swimming quite fast and coming near me. Now I became a bit afraid. I quickly changed my direction and started swimming toward the river bank.