Meena Is Any Man's Fantasy
I was looking to spend an enjoyable three day unexpected bonus holiday in my native place 23 kilometers from Pollachi. My Project had been completed earlier than scheduled. I was on a Volvo bus from Bangalore where I am working, to my native place. My name is Karthik and my Parents are farmers,. Girls found me to be very good company and I was quite popular with them, thanks to my helpful tendencies, soft nature and humour. I was not very serious about any of them, as I had lot of responsibilities, as my family was in difficult financial conditions due to continuous losses in farming. I entered our huge farmhouse surrounded by fields, walked through the path and entered the open courtyard. My Mother saw me and came running to me and hugged me saying “What a pleasant surprise Karthi, you never mentioned you are coming”, so saying she turned around to call my Father and shouted instructions to her servant “Meena, please prepare Payasam (sweet porridge) along with usual menu, also prepare a masala vada batter, as my son has come”. Meena that was the first time I saw her, was the new helper to my Mother, I later came to know she was a very distant relative from my Father’s side, who had fallen on difficult times, as her husband was a drunkard and wastrel and left the family, she had two children and taking pity on her condition and also requirement for farm hands, my mother had suggested that she stay in the outhouse inside the farmhouse. Her children were put in the local school. When I looked at Meena, I was stunned by her beauty, she was a village woman aged about 35, strong sturdy, tall, she wore the sari in traditional way like my mother, what was interesting was her shapely breasts, a swaying large hips flaring out and a moving shaking buttocks. She had luxurious hair which came well down her back, she was dark and dusky, large soulful eyes with a hint of sadness and a very soft voice. She came in front of me; I gave her both my bags and gave her instructions as to what to do. She took it and my hands touched her fingers lightly, I said “Sorry”, she said “It is alright”. I soon went to my room, removed my clothes, wore a lungi and entered the bathroom to brush my teeth after an overnight bus journey. I heard a knock on the door and someone entering the room. I came out and it was Meena standing with a cup of tea. I asked her to keep it on the table. She said, can I clean the room, I said please go ahead. She started cleaning the room and dusting it briskly. I noticed a strong aroma of sweat and a very womanly perfume from her body. I opened the windows and looked out, from the first floor, and see miles of fields and greenery, chirping of the birds and fresh air, so rare in cities. I turned around and wanted to say something to Meena, when I noticed that her sari was drawn right up to her thighs and she was on the floor mopping it with a wet cloth, her sturdy thighs and she had lot of hair on her legs, she was not self conscious and absorbed in her work, one side of her sari was exposed showing her huge swinging breasts, she did not wear any bra hence I could see the nipples through the light colored blouse fairly clearly. As she got up from the floor, she bumped into me directly as I was behind her, her head hitting my groin area. I said sorry, she smiled and said immediately she noticed that I was in my lungi and she had felt my penis under the lungi as I was not wearing underwear. It had now become a tent. She ran out of the room down. I completed my tea, went into the bathroom to take a bath, the room was stuffy and I decided to open the bathroom window which directly above the back yard of the house, which has a well and a washing stone. I could see Meena now crouching on ground and washing my clothes. I was observing this casually. She completed the washing, hung it on the rope, drew water from the well, filled up a bucket and looked around to see if anyone was watching, there was no one except me she could not see, and she removed her blouse and sari. Keeping the petticoat around her, she removed the sari and blouse and put it in another bucket of soap water. She tied the petticoat firmly around her chest though it was coming only to knee length and squatted on the ground to start bathing. She squatted on the ground, I could see her vagina directly, a huge thick haired black bush, she started pouring water on the body and then took the soap applied to her face, then looked around and loosened her petticoat and applied it to her breasts, navel, stomach, and back side. She lifted her leg on the stone and started applying soap to her legs, it was a delightful sight as I could clearly see her anus crack, her huge pubic mound, she opened her cunt lips and soaped it, it was reddish and I could see a small seed like thing her clitoris which she rubbed hard and suddenly shivered. At that moment my Mother came into the backyard, Meena quickly covered herself and my Mother asked “Why are you shivering Meena anything wrong, has Karthi had his breakfast, I am in a hurry to go to temple as there is a puja, hence please prepare the lunch, and give breakfast to Karthi, I should be back by around 2PM”. Meena nodded her head, quickly poured three mugs of water on her body and got up to pull out a towel from the rope, I could see her thick tuft of hair underarm, she dried herself, looked around and removed her petticoat to tie the towel, in that glorious moment I saw her whole body, the huge breasts, with large brown nipples, beautiful navel full of hair in the belly button, her shapely vagina and sturdy legs. I was so horny that I masturbated immediately, took bath once again, and putting one a dhoti and t-shirt came down to the hall. The dining table was laid out and there was one single plate for me.