Summer Of 69
The scorching heat of Pune summer is good enough to make your skin sizzle. I was one of those lucky few who were sitting inside a car with the ac on in full blast yet I felt Sun god blazing down with all his might. I was standing at a traffic signal somewhere near Bishop School in Camp waiting for the light to change. That is when this strange sight met my eyes. A middle-aged woman was leaning against the fence on the pavement with her back to the road with two small half-naked kids near her feet. The younger one, a boy was crying and the elder one a girl was trying her best to cuddle him. Then I noticed or rather felt that the woman was also sobbing and her body was shaking from the effect of the tears. I didn’t think she was a beggar as passerby were throwing money at her which she completely ignored. The girl was picking up the coins or notes as the case may be. I was jolted out of my revere by the impatient honking from behind; the lights have changed. Something inside me prompted me to do something about it. I rolled my car beyond the signal and stopped. Got out of the car into the blasting heat and walked back to the trio. In a loud enough voice asked the woman if I can help. My knowledge of Marathi is worse than nursery standard and what the woman said was absolute gibberish punctuated by her sobs. I had to stop a two-wheeler guy and asked him to translate. What she said was tragedy jumping out of the pages of news paper and hitting me in the face. Her husband, a farmer, somewhere in Beed district had committed suicide and whoever had lend him money, had grabbed his land and thrown out these three from their house. All she has was a distantly related brother who stays in Pune, somewhere in Wagholi and she doesn’t have his complete address. I thought for a while and gestured her to follow me. Initially she was reluctant to walk with a stranger, after all she was from a decent background, though she may have fallen in bad times. After a few tries she picked up her kids and walked with me to the car. I opened the door and all three got into the back seat. On reaching my society the security saw the trio in the back seat and were wondering what I was up to but no one dared question me. I had enough trouble convincing the three to enter the elevator, they were so scared. However, after entering my house they relaxed. I took the woman, who told me her name was Devika to the bathroom and gestured her to bathe her kids. While she was busy with the kids I took out some old clothes of my kids and gave them to her and went about getting a quick meal of Rice dal and potato fries for lunch. Once done with the kids I asked her to take bath and took out an old nightie of my wife for her. Obviously there were no undergarments lying in the cupboard, I guess my wife had taken them. I forgot to mention I was staying alone in Pune while my wife n kids were in Bangalore. She was out of the bathroom in no time and found her hair was still matted with dust. I took her again to the bathroom and gave her the bottle of shampoo and made hand movement indicating how to wash hair. Again she came out with soap in her hair – I guess village women don’t use shampoo. This time I took her to the bathroom, made her stand under the shower and turned it on. She got scared and started to run out. I caught hold of her and brought her back under the shower. She was almost my height, while my wife is much shorter. I had a little difficulty in putting shampoo on her hair but then she soon got the hang of it. She was wearing a saree in the typical Marathi style. I told her to remove the saree as it was already wet. She hesitated at first and then removed it. I was surprised that under the saree all she had was a blouse and nothing underneath. She quickly wrapped the round her waist before I could get a glimpse of her pussy. I was getting hard with the whole scene but I held on to my horses. Next I took some body wash and started applying all over her wherever I could find exposed skin. But this time I couldn’t resist myself. I stood behind her, took a generous amount of body wash on my palms and started applying on her neck and went down to her boobs. She was shivering but somehow she didn’t resist. That was good enough for me. I put my soapy hands inside her blouse and gently massaged her boobs. Man!! I was surprised by the size of her boobs!! Mother of two, yet she had a lovely pair of reasonable sized boobs which were a little saggy yet soft like foam. Her nipples had already gone hard and I was rock solid down below. I slowly drew her close to my chest and she came with a little reluctance. My cock nestled within the crack of her butter soft arse cheeks and I’m sure she would have felt it. But I was lost under the shower, fully clothed, getting drenched and having a heavenly time fondling those lovely boobs. Whenever my fingers would touch her nipples she would let out a whimper, I guess those nipples were one of her erogenous zones. I knew or rather felt that she is mine to have whenever I want her but I wanted to savour the moment. With a lot of will power I left her under the shower and moved out of the bathroom. I changed into a fresh set of T-shirt n shorts. Once she was done and came out wearing my wife’s nightie, she was breathtaking. I guess even my wife never looked so hot in that short nightie which ended up a little above her knees. She caught me gaping at her with an open mouth and became shy. I somehow came out of my stupor and showed her the food stuff kept on the table. Very deftly she took rice n stuff on a plate and fed the kids. Then I spread a bed sheet on the drawing room carpet and she put the kids to sleep. I guess the kids were exhausted, they conked off almost in no time. Then me n Devika sat down to have lunch. Largely we were silent, I broke the awkward silence from time to time with questions about her and her family which she replied with her eyes on the plate.