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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Though I am past 40, I still have unquenchable thirst for sex. I have been so since long. I doubt whether there would be many others who were as sex-thirsty in life as I was. My first ever rendezvous with sex occurred when I was just 18. As it happened in that early stage of my life, the whole event still remains etched in my memory.
At that time, we were living in a calm and peaceful village where my mother was employed. It was a small rented house and it had belonged to one Raman Nair. Nair lived in a larger house, almost in front of the house we had rented.
My father was in the army and used to be in North India most of the time. Besides my mother, Santha Chechi ('chechi' means 'didi' or elder sister), a distant, elder cousin sister of mine, also lived with us to help my mother with the household work.
It was a large compound and all of it had belonged to Nair. In one of its distant corners lived one of his tenants, Chothi. He was a digger. People used to get their land dug up, once almost every year, before they spread manure under coconut trees.
Chothi had two daughters and a son. The youngest was a daughter, Narayani. I used to call her Narayani Chechi. She was around 19 years.
It was Meenakshi Chechi, the elder sister of Narayani Chechi, who, as a routine, used to do most of the sweeping, wiping, cleaning and washing in Nair's house. Sometimes, Narayani Chechi used to step in for her and do some of the lighter works. On such occasions, Narayani Chechi used to visit us too.
I remember Narayani Chechi as a short, plump of somewhat dark complexion. She was a very soft and gentle. She spoke softly, or rather, whispered. When she laughed, she covered her mouth with her hand so that nobody would hear her laughing.
Narayani Chechi was particularly affectionate to me. My own mother and Santha Chechi were, most of the time, chiding me for something or other, but Narayani Chechi was just the opposite: she used to fondle me and say sweet words to me and even secretly hugged me in her arms. Leaning against her soft, fleshy body gave me a great pleasure. As a result, I had become very fond of Narayani Chechi and looked forward to every visit of hers.
Whenever Narayani Chechi came to visit us, I used to stick with her. Whenever she was working, she used to keep me company. I was eager to be of use to her and readily did some very simple things for her such as holding the broom while she plucked weeds from the courtyard, and so on.
My old photos show me as a lovable plump, with puffy cheeks and smiling eyes. Although my mother and Santha Chechi used to describe me as a very naughty, disobedient, I was very obedient to Narayani Chechi. Not merely obedient, but I was eager to help her and please her.
Nair's house was single storied and had a slopping tiled roof. All the rooms had a wooden ceiling. The space between the sloping tiled roof and the wooden ceiling of the rooms, often referred to as the 'loft' in English, was an eerie place of dumped items, cobwebs, bats and even rats. No one used to climb onto the loft which was thus always dusty and dirty.
One day, Nair's wife asked Narayani Chechi to clean the space. A wooden stairs in one of the rooms led to the loft. Narayani Chechi climbed the stairs with the accessories needed for the cleaning work while I followed her with a stick to scare the bats and rats away. My presence gave her courage to face the bats and rats.
Narayani Chechi unhooked the wooden plank that had closed the opening, and we, one by one, scrambled onto our feet on the dusty wooden floor of the loft. Sunlight diffused in through the barred openings at the two ends of the loft , and through the narrow slits between the tiles in the slopping roof. Besides, two or three tiles in the roof were made of glass, which lit up those areas beneath them. Two or three bats flew away as soon as we entered, but no rats were found. Cobwebs were every where.
Narayani Chechi started removing the cobwebs. I too, with the stick I had with me, followed suit. Soon we had cleared all the cobwebs. The cobwebs were scattered all over the wooden floor. Narayani Chechi started sweeping the floor. I accompanied her with an old iron bucket. She would sweep the dirt onto a tin sheet and would drop it into the bucket I held in front of her, and would sweep again.
It was a laborious task and must have taken quite some time. Dust filled the air at times and Narayani Chechi held me back from the dusty air and covered my nose with her skirt, to prevent the dust from entering my lungs.
While sweeping, Narayani Chechi was fully bent forward and the loose fitting jumper (jumper is a kind of blouse, the main differences between them being, the jumper was loose fitting and reached down to the waist) she wore was hanging down loosely. The jumper she was wearing was so loose that it must have once belonged to Meenakshi Chechi, her elder sister. As Narayani Chechi swept, the loose jumper kept swinging from one side to the other like a pendulum. This swinging of her jumper was an interesting sight and I, squatting in front of her and helping her collect dirt, watched it.
Suddenly I realized that the jumper was not swinging on its own. Something else was driving it from its inside; beneath the loosely hanging jumper were two noticeably white breasts which were dangling and swinging like a pair of pendulums. Her jumper was so loose, that even her nipples were visible.
I froze at the sight of the vigorously swinging and attractively white breasts and their light pink nipples!
It was the first ever time I had a glimpse of a her breasts.
The breasts were whiter than all other parts of her body, visible to the eye. They were not merely white but were strikingly white. Years later I understood that the breasts of women were whiter because they, i.e., the breasts, were kept covered most of the time and seldom saw the light of the day.
A good amount of bright light was coming in through one of the glass tiles in the roof. I could see the breasts and nipples clearly in that light at times. The nipples were light pink in colour. The sight of the trembling breasts and nipples was so breathtaking that I sat mesmerized.
I had never understood that staring at girls' breasts or peeping into their blouse or jumper was indecent and that no civilized person would do that. I had no such worries at that age and my eyes remained riveted on her breasts. Narayani chechi must have noticed what I was staring at, but seemed to think nothing of it. I was, after all a boy for her, and her favourite too! We continued our work while I went on staring.
After some time the cleaning job was complete. We both stood up. There was some cobweb on her hair and back and I told her so. She stooped forward and I brushed the cobweb away. It was then that she realized that her jumper was almost covered with dust. She raised her arms and in a swift movement, pulled out the jumper over her head.
The upper half of her body was now fully naked.
She was standing erect. The breasts which had appeared much larger when they were dangling while she was bent forward and sweeping the floor, now seemed quite small. But though small, they were still clearly eye catching. They were small round, cone-shaped mounds which tapered into the soft, light pink specks, the nipples. The nipples were merely specs or spots, but the whole thing somewhat arrogantly pointed straight up and I held my breath at the electrifying sight.
She shook her jumper vigorously a few times. Every time she did so, her breasts rippled. With her every movement, they trembled. She looked up and asked me to come nearer. As if in a trance, I went and stood close to her. Obviously there were some cobwebs on my hair too, and she brushed them away with her jumper. She patted my hair, held me close, and, looking into my eyes, sweetly said:
"My dear, you have helped me a lot."
Saying so, she tightened her embrace. My face was pressed just below her breasts. I meekly submitted myself to her embrace, snuggled close to her, and looked up into her eyes and onto the light pink nipples. She touched her right breast and asked me:
"Suckle my breast, my boy."
Even before she completed saying it, her right breast was inside my mouth. I had turned my face up to reach the breast. She bent forward a little, so that I could reach and suckle her breast comfortably. My lips are soft and there was plenty of saliva in my mouth. When I suckled, my lips, well lubricated by the saliva, intermittently and softly slid around her breast and nipple.
I believe it was out of pure affection that she had asked me to suckle her breast. There cannot have been anything sensual in it. But when I suckled, I looked up into her eyes, as would an innocent boy, and found that her eyes were half closed. Reminiscing about it after all these years, I have come to believe that she did experience a great pleasure while I suckled her breasts.
I confess, my feelings were entirely different from hers. It was the sensual side of it that had driven me all the time. Because, while thirstily sucking on her right breast, my gaze went to her left breast which was free. My right hand in slow motion slid up her body until it covered the left breast, even without any invitation.
With my soft fingers I softly and ever so slowly patted her left breast and gently squeezed its nipple with my fingers. And soon, this time even without her asking me, I switched my mouth to her left breast and repeated on it whatever I had done on the other one. At the same time, almost automatically, my left hand went up to gently pat, rub and squeeze her right breast which I had been suckling till then.
Soon, I switched breasts and gradually, the switching between breasts became frequent and fast. Both the breasts and nipples were soaked in my saliva and had turned slippery to the fingers.
While I suckled her breasts, she held me tight and, looking into my eyes, kept patting me on my back with great affection. My head was supported in her both hands which had also clasped her jumper and I kept sucking, licking, rubbing and squeezing her breasts and nipples ever so gently. No one was around us, we were having a great time.
I would have continued in that position for ever, but we were jolted from our trance by Nair's wife who called out from below and asked Narayani Chechi to attend to some other work downstairs. Reluctantly we separated and, as I was pulling myself away from her bosom with great reluctance, she once again held me close and, patting my head, asked me fondly:
"Would you like to suckle them again, some other day?"
I nodded vigorously.
She said: "My boy, you can suckle them at any time you like."
While she was putting her jumper on, I had my last glimpse of the magnificent breasts and nipples which had, till a moment ago, sent some indescribable kind of high volt electricity throughout my body. In that last glimpse, the white breasts and light pink nipples looked larger than before.
So many years have gone by but that marvellous sight is still vivid in my memory.
Narayani Chechi picked up the tools and led the way to the hole through which she descended the first few steps, and then carefully led me down. While closing the lid, she once again held me tight and I think her lips brushed my hair in what I believe was a kiss.
It was with a heavy heart that I descended from what had briefly turned into a heaven for me and, dragging my feet, walked back home.
Sadly, it was the last time I saw Narayani Chechi; the next morning she went away to serve as a housemaid in a far away city. Soon, we too left the place as my mother got a transfer to another far away place. I have not heard of Narayani Chechi since then.
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