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He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up the pen.
I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy.
I caught him staring at my thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning costume! I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail . But you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK? I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep fleshy navel. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I tucked my saree to my waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom.
He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.
The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.
But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. " With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply.
He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the veranda. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips. May be he has some special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my husband when he is back...), So I said, "ok I will look at these ... When at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing panties or bra. I could notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.