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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 continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel.
I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. His face was actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I had to stretch my hand wide, away from me and part my legs wider too, when I started cleaning the first blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip.
He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.
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.
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 lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool.
I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a 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.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch.
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.
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.