I’m tired, very tired. I’m in my prime teenage with hormones going haywire. After seeing Shekhar’s tent, I cannot hold myself anymore. I want to touch, taste, and feel it inside of me. Deep inside, I am now prepared to go to the extent I have never dared.
An entire week has gone by since my controlled seduction of Shekhar. A week of intense masturbation with whatever I could find my hands on and wherever I found privacy. The bathroom was the primary go-to place. But I couldn’t spend more time there.
So I would quietly slip onto the terrace when it got dark. Giving a much-needed break to my wet panties and having my ways. There is a spot that is completely private from neighboring houses. It was just perfect for letting my juices flow.
One fine evening, after finishing my dance classes, I walked home. Kids were playing football on the road. Someone was shouting at them for being too loud. It was the school watchman at the end of the road, just after my house. He is the night watchman who usually comes late at night.
But for some unknown reason, he was there late evening. He is a semi-bald, dark guy and should be in his late forties or early fifties. I have seen him occasionally but never really cared until today. I went home and changed my clothes to my favorite skirt and top.
I went to the terrace to look closely at the yelling. The watchman was sitting on a steel chair outside the closed gate. He was wearing the usual clothes of the 90s. A shirt and a lungi. Which quickly reminded me of Shekhar, and thoughts of peeking inside of it started to grow in me.
His looks are surely not my type, but I was least bothered about it at this point. I wanted to start somewhere. I wanted to get close and make some conversation first.
I bought a new cycle a couple of months back and never really mastered cycling. So I usually don’t go to the main road. I will only roam in my street with my dad watching me. My dad was not back from his office, and I was losing patience. So I decided to cycle on my own.
My mom started shouting at my bold decisions. I yelled back that I was no longer their little girl and I could handle it. I usually wear a chudi when cycling. But to spice things up, I decided to wear my skirt. My area is residential. The street stretches to about 80 to 100 meters in length and touches the main road.
So I was circling between the main road and my house. The school’s back gate is 20 meters away from my house. The gate is also at the end of the road. As the light became darker, I slowly inched towards the school gate where the watchman was sitting.
He has occasional glimpses whenever I am nearing him, which is a good sign. I kept my legs so close together as I pedaled towards the main road. But after taking the turn, I relaxed my legs as soon as I crossed the kids. Creating a slight gap in my skirt, exposing my thighs.
After a few rounds, the sun is completely set. There is no light on the street. The lights from the nearby houses very dimly lighted it. I became more comfortable as it got darker. I now started to widen my legs deliberately. I was pedaling towards the watchman.
I was not sure how much the watchman could see under my skirt. But I was confident that my milky thighs were shining under the skirt despite the dim-lit streets. The occasional glimpses from the watchman are now changed to deliberate stares.
I purposely took no effort to cover my exposed skin. I was starting to get wet. To ease my tension, I gently rubbed my pussy against my seat. I was both pedaling and rubbing my pussy at the same time. I still believe that no one noticed my awkward style of cycling.
The watchman and I are now getting bolder and exchanging looks and smiles. I was not sure how to proceed further with the conversation. Little did I know the opportunity would present itself.
Kids kicked the ball. It came in my direction exactly when I was taking a U-turn near the watchman. I saw the ball a mile away and could have easily evaded. But just pretended that I was scared and acted like I was losing balance. I acted way too much and ended up losing my balance for real and dropping my cycle.
The watchman who saw this came to my rescue. He yelled at that kid once again for sending the ball this way. He asked me if I was hurt and lifted the cycle. I nodded no and was shocked to see my new cycle’s handlebar facing the other way.
He quickly acted on it and tried to correct it by holding the front wheel between his legs and turning the handle. This created a parting in his lungi, exposing his legs to his thighs. I was immediately excited and took no effort to look away from it.
After trying for some time, he told me it had become too loose. He doesn’t have the tools to fix it. I was disappointed. I told him I only have 10 days before college started and needed to learn to cycle.
He quickly said that’s no problem. He can help me train on his cycle. Also, I can use the school ground to practice where no one will disturb me. My face brightened at that unexpected twist. This will be a great opportunity to make some moves, I thought.
I readily agreed and said I would come to the main front gate tomorrow after my dance class. He smiled and said perfect. I couldn’t sleep the whole night, and my fingers constantly rubbed my pussy. This could be it. This could be the only chance I get here since I am vacating this house next week.
I should make the most of it. I was mentally preparing myself and ready to let my intentions known to him. But I have no idea how to start and proceed with it. Opportunities have presented themselves in the past, so I was hoping it would do it again.
All I knew was I wanted to hold his fully erect dick in my hands, stroke it as hard as I could, and shoot the load on me. The next evening I decided to skip the dance class and go straight to school. I will have a good amount of time to spend.
I wore the same knee-length skirt and a usual top. To be safe, I informed my mom that I would be late. I may go to my friend’s place after the class. I marched to the school’s front gate and met the watchman. We both greeted each other, and I learned his name was Ravi.
We chatted for a while about each other, and it started to get dark. I asked him about the cycle he was talking about. He pointed his finger in the distance, and I was like, OMG.. that’s not what I had in mind. The cycle was the big green cycle with a bar in the middle.
It was so stupid for me to think he would have a ladybird or something. Forget riding it. I can hardly get on the cycle in the first place. We both went near the cycle. I told him it was too big for me. I can’t get on it since it has a bar in the middle, and I am wearing a skirt.
We both started laughing after that. He asked me to try first. If it doesn’t work, he has a solution for it. I immediately knew what was going to happen. My skirt was going to rise because of the middle bar, and I was starting to get excited. I took a glance around the ground to ensure privacy.
The ground was only lit by the moonlight. It was covered by the school building on all four sides. So I was pretty sure that no one could see us. I asked him to hold the cycle carrier so I could get on. With great difficulty and my dance flexibility, I put my leg across the bar.
As soon as I did it, my skirt rose way above my knees, exposing my milky thighs. Ravi was standing behind me and was exploring every inch of my legs. Struggling to touch the ground with my feet, I am now stuck in that tall cycle with my skirt raised.
The middle cold bar is trying to split my pussy lips over my panty. Looking at my helpless situation, Ravi burst out laughing. He came in front to look at me, and his eyes glued on my completely exposed thighs. I let him have fun for a minute. I asked him politely if he would help me get out or not.
He came to my right side and tilted the cycle to my left. He lifted my right leg to put it around the seat as high as possible. This gave him unrestricted access to my panty under my skirt. He was careful enough to do it as slowly as possible. I knew what he was looking under. I was not in a hurry to get off the cycle either.
After I got down, Ravi had a huge grin on his face. Looks like he enjoyed the view. Suddenly it started drizzling, and the rain started to get a little heavy. So Ravi and I left the cycle and ran for shelter in the nearby school building. We stood there on the verandah, waiting for the rain to stop.
Ravi switched on one of the lights in the verandah. We both were slightly drenched. Ravi’s shirt was wet and sticking to his body. I quickly realized mine was no different. My thin fabric top was wet enough to stick to my skin and show off the outline of my bra.
I felt my heart pounding faster and figured Ravi was not making eye contact anymore. He is got something bigger to look at. To break the awkward silence, I started cursing that the day wasn’t kind. First, the disappointment of not being able to cycle and this rain has come from nowhere.
Ravi laughed and told me he was wearing a lungi much longer than my skirt. Still, he cycles without any issues. Out of curiosity, I asked him how? He quickly lifted his lungi to his thighs and made another knot. With the lungi folded up, it is now easier to sit in the seat and ride.
I sighed and told him this simple solution only works in lungies and not with skirts. He looked at me in denial and asked me to try it. The thought of showing my thighs to him again under the lights leaked fluids into my pussy. Without hesitating, I lifted my skirt just like he did his lungi and tried to make a knot.
I raised my skirt so high that he could see my panty practically. I made the fold, and now most of my thighs are displayed in full glory. I could sense Ravi was wasting no time and memorizing every inch of my exposed skin.
I showed him how tight the skirt was. Forget cycling. I could not even walk properly. He understood the problem and said we shouldn’t knot the skirt, but we should keep it high enough so that it won’t interrupt while riding. I didn’t understand the proposed solution and looked puzzled.
He asked me if I was carrying any safety pins. I said yes, I always carry them in my bag for emergencies. I quickly gathered the safety pins. Ravi asked me to fold the flap of my skirt in half and asked me to pin it. The skirt will become short if we do it on all four sides.
I was amazed by this genius idea and started pinning the front, left and right sides. I bent more than usual while pinning my skirt to give him a peek inside my wet top. Ravi’s mouth was watering as I was doing it. To make things spicy, I asked for his help to pin the back of my skirt since I couldn’t reach it.
Ravi jumped on it straight away like a dog wanting a bone. He came behind my back, folded the rear flap way above and pinned it. I looked behind and realized that my panty-covered apple bottoms should be in view for those hungry eyes. I thanked Ravi for helping, and he gave me a naughty smile.
He was super excited and showed all his teeth. The rain stopped, so we decided to try the modified skirt. We went to the cycle, and as expected, Ravi held it strongly and asked me to hop on it. I took my time and put my legs across the bar. The process was a lot smoother than before.
The skirt doesn’t have to be raised this time since it’s already raised and exposing everything. I was very surprised at how well the lifted skirt has helped. As soon as I sat down on the seat, I felt like sitting on the ice. The seat was so wet due to the rain.
Since my skirt was folded up, my panty came directly with the seat. Now my butt is fully wet. I liked the idea of a wet panty. But it was also very uncomfortable, so I decided to roll with it. I was now uncomfortably seated on my wet bum and ready to ride.
I requested Ravi to hold the cycle for some time until I get a good balance. He readily agreed and held the seat with his right hand. He started walking with me as I pedaled. My skirt raised a few inches from my legs’ constant movement. Ravi was shamelessly looking at them.
He was so close now, and I could smell his sweat. My concentration was all over the place, I could no longer focus on riding, and the wetness in my panty was not helping my sexual tension either. I decided to get a little bold and make a move.
I felt like I was sitting in the front part of the seat. Ravi’s hands were gripping slightly back, at least a couple of inches. I warned Ravi that I would go a little faster and started pedaling with all my force by rising from the seat. This gave Ravi the opportunity to see my wet panty for the first time.
I stayed in that position for a good 5 seconds. Then sat on the back side of the seat where his hands were. He was holding the seat with his thumb on top. I sat directly on it. I bet this sent a jolt on his body, to which he responded by quickly removing his grip on the seat.
I enjoyed crushing his thumb with my wet bum. But I am now in deep trouble. I am now pedaling without help from Ravi and was going off balance. Ravi quickly returned to his senses and came running behind to catch the cycle before I could fall. And then it happened.
He extended his arm to grab the seat. He tried so hard instead of grabbing the seat, he went a little further and grabbed my butt. His thumb was inside the elastic of my panty, and the palm was under my wet bums. It is now my turn to feel the electric jolt.
And I felt it so hard I lost my balance and fell from the cycle along with Ravi. Ravi and I fell on the wet sand of the ground. His knot loosened, and the lungi was no longer attached to his hips, exposing him in his briefs. I am sitting on the ground with my skirt up, exposing my panty.
We both were sitting in our underwear across from each other on the wet ground and laughing at our stupidity. Both our clothes became very dirty from the wet mud. Ravi pointed out a tap in the garden area on the other side of the ground where we could clean ourselves.
He stood up shamelessly in just his underwear. He noticed I was looking at him and took no effort to cover his nakedness. He wiped the mud off his butt and then came to his crotch. She shook his tool several times to remove every grain of sand.
My mouth was wide open upon seeing his actions. He smartly rested his dick such that it now makes a tent under the fabric. I couldn’t believe the size it made. As I was busy eyeballing the size of his dick, Ravi wore his lungi and caught me staring at him.
I was still on the ground, thirsting for the sight, and even forgot to get up. I came back to my senses and got up in a flash. My skirt returned to normal as the safety pins that kept it in place were missing. We both started walking towards the tap. My heart was pounding faster and faster.
I didn’t think I could resist anymore and decided to do whatever it took to hold his dick. My clothes, especially the back of my skirt, are very dirty. I felt very scratchy inside my panty because of the wet sand that slipped inside them. Ravi was pushing the cycle with him. I was walking behind him.
We went near the tap. Ravi switched the nearby light on the verandah next to the tap and unbuttoned his shirt. I stood a few feet behind and observed him. He soaked his shirt in the running water and kept it aside. Once done with the shirt, he quickly slid his hands under the lungi.
He removed his underwear in no time and started washing it. He turned back and called me to wash my clothes. I was so lost I didn’t even know where to begin. The fact that this old man is just standing only with a thin fabric around his waist has made my pussy soaking wet.
I waited till Ravi was done and slowly walked toward the tap to clean my skirt. Ravi moved a few feet back. I’m now standing next to the tap with my back facing Ravi. I don’t want to control it any longer. I don’t want to grab his dick, either.
So I decided to provoke him a bit. I acted like I was in complete shock after seeing how dirty my silky white skirt had become. I started crying childishly. I told Ravi my mom would kill me if she saw my ruined skirt. Ravi was looking at my dirty bum helplessly. I was trying to clean it with water.
I used this situation to press and massage the bum ever so slightly while applying the water. This made my skirt wet and semi-transparent, exposing my red panty lines. To increase the tension, I started slapping my butt with water to clear the tough stains.
I casually looked at Ravi and asked him if the skirt was all right now. Slightly bending forward and protruding my bum in his direction. Ravi’s eyeballs were popping out. Along with his dick. I can sense a slight bulge under his thin fabric made by his semi-erect master.
He was trying to speak and pointing to where I should clean more. I knew where to clean but pretended I could not look behind. Ravi took a few steps in front to point to the exact location. As soon as he came close, I looked him in the eye and asked, “Will you please help me clean my bum?”
He went into total shock and wasn’t expecting that. His eyes started smiling first, followed by his lips. He readily agreed and knelt next to me with my wet butt inches away from his face.
He took a large amount of water in his big strong palms and started applying them mercilessly to my watermelon ass. He wiped my ass off like a pro who has done this multiple times. He started grabbing and pinching my ass cheeks in the name of spotless cleaning.
Meanwhile, I was on cloud 9, experiencing a touch of a man for the first time and that too on my ass. I was trying so hard not to moan while soaking my panties with my wet juice. It was an uncontrollable pleasure rushing through my veins.
I started to move more than usual, enjoying every touch of him. He took his time to clean every inch. I was in no mood to complain about it. After a good while, he finally stopped after satisfying himself and said the skirt was now clean.
My face fell in disappointment as I was just getting started. I came back to my senses and thanked him. Ravi got up, turned and went back a few feet. But I wasn’t done with him yet. It is not fair of him to touch me all he wants and deny me the pleasure of doing the same.
I don’t think he has any idea what’s in my mind. So I decided to make it a bit clear. My panty was bothering me for a while with all those scratchy sands trapped between my cracks. It’s time to clean that too. As soon as he faced me, I slipped my hands under the skirt.
I removed my panty slowly, taking it out one leg after another. My wet white semi-transparent skirt is now buried between the cracks of my ass cheeks, exposing the pale spotless skin under it. It’s time for the next round of cleaning in part 2.