Previous Part: A virgin’s controlled seduction – Part 1
If I am going to do this, I need to be very careful and calculative. First thing, I don’t want anyone to come up and catch me in some mini skirt with a stranger. So I went down to make sure of it.
The house is a duplex, the owners reside downstairs, and we rent the upper portion. Our main entrance door is opposite the stairs when you come up. It takes a turn and continues to the terrace. There is a bit of verandah space between our door and the stairs.
The house owners are an old couple. They are too old for stairs, and I have personally never seen them come up. But they have a married daughter who stays away. She visits them pretty frequently, and she always comes up for a chat whenever she visits. I don’t want her to be there now.
I like her, but not today. I went down, said my greetings to them, pretended that I was checking on my cycle. It was pretty clear there was no one else in the house except for the old couples, so that’s sorted.
I came up quickly and thought of changing the outfit to something more revealing. I removed my pajamas and changed to Bermuda shorts. A loose pair of small shorts with thin cotton fabric ends about 5 inches from my knee. I also thought of removing my bra.
But my nipples are so big and pointy I will be easily caught. I went through my old clothes and found a white cotton camisole I used to wear during my middle school days. I removed my bra and tried the camisole. LOL. I have grown so much that it now ends 2 inches above my navel.
My pointy nipples were trying to pierce that thin fabric and standing proud. That was corrected as soon as I wore a little loose t-shirt. I went to my mirror and adjusted my hair and clothing. And that’s when I heard. Knock knock. I was sure that it was that orphanage guy.
I took some deep breaths and opened the door. There he was with a smile on his face looking down at me. The tall and masculine guy in shirt and lungi introduced himself as Shekhar running an orphanage. He was reminding me that he came yesterday.
I smiled and nodded that the clothes were ready and asked him to come in. He insisted that he would stay out and started spreading the huge blanket he had on the verandah outside our door. I was a little worried that he wouldn’t come in. How can I continue my plan with the doors open?
And that, too, the verandah is semi-outdoor with great sunlight. I slowly walked to my room. I convinced myself that the house owner would not come up and mom would take at least 40 minutes to come home. So why bother about the doors. I was too excited to back off now.
Moreover, Shekar’s innocent face is waking up the sleeping slut in me. There is no stopping now. I grabbed the old clothes first and kept them near the doors. To my surprise, Shekhar has sat down on his ankle by lifting his lungi slightly up to make it comfortable to sit.
This introduced a tent gap between his legs, giving me access to his knees and thighs. My heart rate went up. I can also feel my nipples getting hard. Did he plan it upfront, or it’s just a coincidence? I thought to myself and walked into my room again to get the next set of clothes.
After keeping the clothes next to him, I observed Shekhar standing next to him. He was busy and patiently folding the clothes and keeping them in the spread blanket. My exposed thighs were just a couple of feet away and directly parallelled to his eyes.
To make him notice that, I started the conversation by saying that I was unsure about some of the clothes. I may take some back if it still fits me. He quickly turned to my side and took a double look. His voice toned down and said, “Please feel free to take whatever you want,” looking at my thighs.
I giggled inside and thought it was working. Now I sat opposite him on my ankles, making my loose shorts roll up, exposing 80% of my thighs. I was casually going through the clothes. I can feel his eyes are glued to my side. His speed of folding the clothes has come down drastically.
My eyes caught an old pair of pants that I used for my dance classes. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t fit, but that’s the point. I told Shekhar that I would try this and went to my room. I removed my shorts and wore the pants. It was tight, and when I finally managed to pull up.
It looked like a spiderman pant, but it was 3/4th. The only difference is I have a bigger ass than that insect guy. Since the panty inside was so small and practically a g-string, it made my ass bulge out without any visible panty lines. I stepped out of my room slowly to ask for Shekhar’s feedback.
I stood near my room shyly, which is at least 12 feet away from the main door. I called Shekhar, “Is it fitting me?” I slowly turned around to give him a 360-degree view. Shekar saw me, and his eyes widened. He took his time and let me turn more than 3 times and said, “It’s a little tight fit, mam.”
I loved how his eyes widened, and I was sure he enjoyed it. Instead of folding clothes, he browsed more clothes for me to try on. I have enjoyed the response so far. I went near him with the same pants and sat on my ankle to look for another dress.
He quickly gave me a tank top and said, “Mam, this might fit you.” It was a sleeveless tank top, not mine but my mom’s. She used to wear that during her yoga sessions. I liked his choice because it will be a little loose for me and may have a deeper neck.
It looks like hungry Shekhar is a little curious to know what I am hiding under my t-shirt. By now, I am getting more horny and comfortable. I decided to change to a tank top there itself to spice things up. I stood up, took a couple of steps back, and turned around, facing away from him.
My nipple is so hard and will be easily visible through my camisole, which I don’t want him to see. I also wanted to give him another closer view of my melon bums. I hope Shekhar is also happy to see me change in that room where he can see.
I slowly removed my t-shirt. I bent a little forward to make my butt more appealing. And I also lifted my camisole a bit in the process of removing my t-shirt. Pretending to unwrinkle the tank top, I stayed in my camisole and the tight pant for 15 seconds before wearing it.
As expected, this top was a little deep on the neck. My cleavage was seen. I turned around and caught Shekhar looking at me like a hungry dog. I asked him how the fitting was? While still making adjustments on the neck. He said it was perfect and I should keep this.
I quickly went to the room and saw myself in the mirror. My fully grown apples are visible at least 20% without bending. I came out to Shekhar with the loose tank top and tight dance pants. I knelt on my knees facing him and started browsing through the clothes, looking for something sexier to turn the heat up.
I was sure he was trying to get a peek through the neck. To make things easier for him, I reached out to a random dress next to him. I bent forward to get hold of it. It was just for a second that my exposed boobs were just a foot away from his eyes.
I quickly got up and went to my room by swaying my hips. I didn’t even look at what I had in my hand and didn’t even bother to see it. I wanted to do more but didn’t want it to be too obvious. My mind was going through all kinds of emotions.
I thought of an idea. I went out again after 20 seconds, giggling that this dress didn’t fit. I quickly found another pair of pants and took them with me. I quickly removed my dance pants, took my towel, and wrapped it around my waist. But I wasn’t happy with the look. The towel is thick and lengthy and not sexy.
I went through my mom’s cupboard and took her towel instead. She specifically uses this one to dry her hair after a shower. It’s a small, thin, semi-transparent bottle-green color towel. I wrapped it around, and it barely made a round around the waist. It ended a few inches above my knees.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and my oh my, the shape of my ass in that tightly wrapped thin towel was too much. One can even see my milky skin through the fabric with more light. I knew it was a bit too much, but I decided to go along with it.
After taking some deep breaths, I slowly walked out of my room towards the main door. Shekar saw me walking toward him with his jaw open. I giggled and said, “It’s tiring to wear and remove the pant for every change. It’s much easier with the towel, don’t you agree?”
He readily agreed with a broad smile and told me, “You could change here, madam. I will turn around if you are shy.” We both laughed out loud after that comment. I kept my distance from the main door fearing the sunlight might penetrate the towel and reveal everything.
I looked at the progress he made on folding the clothes. He barely progressed at all. It looks like someone is more interested in the show than their job. So I asked him casually why he had stopped arranging the clothes? For which he smiled and said as I was still doing the try-on.
It would be difficult for me to choose the clothes if it’s all folded. He doesn’t want to fold the clothes till I am finished. “Hmmm, a wise choice,” I thought. Then I pointed to the 1st set of clothes and told him, “I wouldn’t require anything from that pile, so you can start arranging that.”
Hearing that, he said, “Now see my speed.” He was lifting his lungi and tied another knot folding above his knees. He lifted it a little too much for a fraction of a second. It was enough for me to see his blue underwear underneath. I laughed hard and was stunned at the same time.
It looked like he did it on purpose. But I don’t mind. I wanted more of it. The double folded lungi enabled him to sit comfortably on the floor with his legs folded across. This also means there will be a gap between them. I started slowly moving towards him, progressing a few inches every second.
I was mindful of the amount of light falling on me. He saw me approaching him and asked if there was anything I wanted to try. I knelt in front of him and was able to see his blue underwear between the gaps. I was too tempted to say, how about I try that one as I looked at his dick. But I didn’t say it.
I was browsing through the pile of clothes and occasionally glancing at his tool. The lungi kept rolling up, and the gap in between grew larger. It means I can see more and more of his cock, which I can make out its shape to some degree. I am sure that he knows I can see it and doesn’t seem to care about hiding it.
I was starting to get wet. This is the first time I’m feeling the wetness without putting my finger inside it. I’m enjoying every bit of it. The desire to see the dick grow started to grow inside of me. I know I should do more to make it happen.
I took a minute to keep myself composed and decided to go a step further. I found a very small top in the mix of clothes. Pretty sure it won’t get past my neck. I told Shekhar I was going to try this and got up. Shekar looked at me and was eager to know if I was going to the room or doing it here in the hall.
I wasn’t sure about it either. If I have to remove the tank top, both my navel and nipples will be visible through that short and semi-transparent camisole. I can turn around to evade that. But my ass will be in full view through the towel in the sunlight.
But I need to choose either one since I’m too desperate to measure his size. I took a couple of steps back, which minimized the light on me. I turned around, facing my back to him. I know his eyesight is doing overtime to penetrate the semi-transparent towel, and that’s what I want.
I removed the tank top and kept it aside on the sofa nearby. I tried the smallest top I could find my hands on. I wore it around my neck and put one hand into the sleeve with great difficulty, and then that’s it. I’m stuck in an awkward position where one of my hands is still in the sleeve, stretched out in the air.
The rest of the dress is all over my face and neck. I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t plan that. It just happened. I tried taking it out, but I couldn’t. Seeing me struggling, Shekhar asked what happened and started approaching me. I told him that I was stuck.
“Please be patient, madam, let me help you,” he said. I was both scared and excited at the same time. I’m semi-naked with the transparent camisole on top and the useless towel. It is not doing a great job covering my skin. I felt his presence just inches away from me.
I can even smell him, which is turning me on even more. The fact he didn’t try to help me right away did not surprise me. He was standing there touching my hand and asking me how I got caught like this. But I was sure he was going through every inch of my body.
The fact my dress is obstructing my view should be a great advantage for him to scan me without the worry of getting caught. Suddenly I felt him turning my whole body around. I couldn’t do anything but follow his guidance. He wants to have a better look at my nipples in the sunlight.
After a good 2 minutes, he removed the dress from my neck, and I pulled the hand out from the sleeve. I couldn’t help myself. We both laughed at my stupidity. He quickly went back to his position and sat down. I thought about whether to put the tank top on or be in camisole.
I thought he had seen me in it anyway, so why bother to cover it. But I needed to check if he had an erection. So I silently crept to the main door and sat down. I was extra careful of the position I was sitting in. I sat on my bum, kept my toes glued to each other and folded both my legs as close as possible.
This allowed my knees to rise to my tits and covered my nipples. And also no opening in the towel since my legs are tightly closed. Shekhar was constantly eyeing me at every opportunity. He got a lot bolder now. He was even shifting his gaze to my legs shamelessly while talking to me.
He doesn’t seem to care about being caught by me anymore. We both chatted and laughed for some time and got to know each other. We both were also peeking inside each other whenever we got a chance. But my desire to see his erection has not happened yet.
I occasionally adjusted the position of my legs and let him see my hard nipples through the camisole. I know he’s enjoying it since his hands constantly adjust his junior over the lungi. But that confirmation was not enough. I wanted a visual confirmation, and the only way I could get that was to go all in.
It was so easy for me to do in my village since that was not my place of residence. It’s not the same case here. But the fact that I will change my house in a few days gave me a little bit of encouragement. With that in mind, I spotted that skirt, the original plan.
I asked Shekhar to pass me the skirt which was near him. He took the skirt, raised it to his eye level and looked at me. I smiled and asked him what? I guess he figured the skirt should be very small for me from his looks. But instead of being honest, he claimed this would be a perfect fit. Liar, I thought to myself.
With a doubtful face, I told him that he was wrong and this will not fit me now. But he insisted I should try and see. Sneaky Shekhar is saying exactly what I had in my mind. I accepted his request gladly with a huge grin on my face. I got up in a swift. He stopped everything he was doing and observed me.
I initially thought of going to the room and coming out in the skirt. But I don’t want to disappoint Shekhar’s hungry eyes. So I decided to try the skirt on the towel to keep things subtle. I spread the skirt and lifted my leg to slip it in. I took a couple of seconds to do that.
It enabled Shekhar to take a peek under the towel for the first time. I am sure he would have noticed the slit in the panty I made yesterday. I tried to pull the skirt up after slipping both the legs. But the skirt was too tight, and lifting my towel in the process.
I giggled and told Shekhar this was too small and won’t fit. But he was having none of it. He insisted that I should try without the towel to know for sure. No way I am dropping my towel with that huge opening in my panty. And suddenly, there was a huge thunder, and it started drizzling.
Oh no! There are clothes kept for drying on the terrace. I dropped the skirt and hurried inside to change, but the rain started to get harder. So I decided to go and get it. The stairs to the terrace are 4 feet away opposite the main door. But Shekhar is sitting near it with a blanket of clothes.
I swiftly jumped to the other side without stepping on the clothes and went to the terrace. Rain is still pouring, and I’m in the worst clothes possible. I peaked out a little and ensured no neighbors were there on their terrace. I quickly grabbed all the clothes, but the speed wasn’t enough.
The rain came hard, and I was soaking wet already. The number of clothes I managed to carry was way too much. It started to obstruct my view front. I slowly tiptoed and thought I could make it. That’s when the main problem started.
I started to feel the knot of my towel had loosened. I blamed the jump I made to get to the terrace. I paused for a while and held it with my left elbow while still carrying the clothes in both my hands. I carefully planned every step down as slowly as possible.
But it’s getting worse and worse. Because of the loosened knot in the small towel, the two ends of the towel started to split apart, exposing my entire left side. I can feel the cool air hitting my wet and exposed skin. On the other hand, Mr. Shekhar should be on cloud 9.
He should be getting an unobstructed view of my tiny red panty with a huge hole as I am slowly coming down the stairs. There is absolutely nothing I could do about that. I held my nerve and kept going down. I am done with the stairs now. I need to jump across the blanket.
I am now standing near Shekhar, whose face is just inches away from my exposed side bum. I couldn’t see his face since the clothes were blocking my view. But I did not doubt that he was enjoying every second of it. Now the question is, how should I get across the blanket.
If I jump again, I will lose my towel for sure. I was not prepared for that. So I called Shekhar, “Can you help with these clothes?” He got up immediately and started to take the clothes from my hand. Well… that’s when I realized this idea was even worse.
My camisole was fully wet in the rain, and my boobs were in full view through the thin wet fabric. Shekar’s eyes were glued to my boobs, and I looked down in shame. He was a street-smart fellow. He didn’t take all the clothes at once. He took the top few clothes first.
It exposed my boobs, and my hard nipples pointed directly at him. He asked me where to keep it while still looking at my boobs. It felt like he was talking to them instead of me. I pointed to the room inside the house. He went there and kept the clothes.
He came back slowly towards me, not blinking even for a second. I tried to look elsewhere in shame, but there was nothing else to look at. He grabbed the remaining clothes from underneath. In the process of taking it, he accidentally or deliberately brushed his fingers against my exposed belly.
This sent an electric jolt on my body, to which I reacted by moving slightly. It was more than enough for me to lose my elbow grip on my towel. This is exactly the situation I was trying to avoid, but it happened anyway. I was standing there with the clothes still in my hand and the towel on the ground.
Without wasting a second, I jumped across and started running inside the house, exposing my thong melon ass in its full glory. I kept the clothes aside and wore my shorts. I came out angrily to scold Shekhar. But as soon as I came out, I saw the sight I was dying to see.
Shekhar was standing at the door with a huge bulge in his lungi. I was just standing there like a human struck by lightning. He realized his state and tried to cover it with his hands, but he could not. He said, “Sorry, mam, I have never seen such a beautiful girl in this state before, and I cannot help it.”
Hearing this, I got excited. He then let his hand slip inside the lungi, pulled his cock out of the underwear, covered it with it, and slowly massaged it. The cock is now making a huge tent on his lungi. It finally worked, I thought. I now got the visual confirmation I was waiting for. My desire is now fulfilled. Or is it?
We both were alerted by the sound of the gate downstairs, and I told him it was my mom. I quickly went inside the room and changed my camisole to a t-shirt. I came rushing outside to take my mom’s towel by the stairs. I could see Shekhar already packed and started going down.
I wondered how he could have hidden his erection on his way out. Inside I thought this went beyond my control, which may put me in more trouble. What if Shekhar stalks me? And comes home again.? My brain started to ache. But I am out of this place in a few days. All I wanted to do was stick with my mom and go wherever she went for the remaining days here.
My mom entered the house and asked about the clothes for the orphanage. I told her that I gave him more than what he bargained for. Her next question was, “Did he like it?”
“Oh yea, he absolutely enjoyed it. You should have seen his eyes while I showed him the clothes.”