I (chitra) was busy cleaning the house. It was raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky from what’s left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole setting. Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and gazed out. Two more days were to go before my husband returned.
He had gone on a business trip for a week and 5days had already passed. I missed him the most now, the last 2 days. I picked up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place the door bell rang. I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. The young man shouted to make himself heard… "Are you interested in our product madam??" and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. I couldn’t resist myself laughing.
I felt sorry for him and motioned him to come in. He smiled at me as he came in. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain. He said that he lived 3 stations away and was done for the day. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way. 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 said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the veranda. I caught him staring at my thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning costume! My saree bunched up and tucked at my waist. He looked away quickly. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusely. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips. I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair.
I looked at him now, for the first time in detail .He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. “Oh, about that stuff… I am not interested… (then I thought… 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 … But you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house…, "Is that OK?” He nodded as he had nothing better to do.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. I am 34 year old and have a pretty good structure. 36C, 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. 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. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I decided to tease him a little. 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 could see his instant reaction.
His eyes almost popped out. "Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply. 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. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall. The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more. I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan.
I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I told him what he liked to hear… "Please hold the stool, will you? “ He nodded, "yes madam, the floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool
. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel. His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to it, tucked my belly inwards a bit.