I must exercise extreme caution and critical thinking if I am going to carry this out. First of all, I don’t want anyone to see me in a mini skirt with a stranger and be caught. I therefore went down to make sure.
We rent the upper floor of the duplex house, where the owners live downstairs. When you get up the stairs, the door to our main entrance is opposite it. It changes direction and moves on to the terrace. Between our door and the stairs, there is some verandah space.
An elderly couple owns the house. They are too old to climb stairs, and I have never witnessed them ascend. However, their married daughter stays away. She visits them fairly frequently and always engages in conversation when she does. She shouldn’t be there right now, not to me.
She appeals to me, but not today. I went down, greeted them, and pretended to be checking my period. It was pretty obvious that only the elderly couples were present in the house, so that was resolved.
I quickly came up and considered wearing something more revealing. I changed out of my pajamas and put on Bermuda shorts. My knee is about 5 inches from the bottom of a small, loose pair of cotton shorts. I also considered taking off my bra.
But because my nipples are so big and sharp, I’ll be easy to catch. A white cotton camisole that I used to wear when I was in middle school was among my old clothes. I tried the camisole after taking off my bra. LOL. It now extends 2 inches above my navel because I have grown so much.
My proudly pointed nipples were attempting to pierce the thin fabric. When I wore a slightly loose t-shirt, that was fixed. I adjusted my clothes and hair in the mirror. And at that point, I heard. Make a knock. I knew it was that guy from the orphanage.
After taking a few deep breaths, I opened the door. He was there, smiling as he looked down at me. The tall, muscular man in the shirt and lungi said he was Shekhar, who runs an orphanage. He was harkening back to his previous visit to me.
I asked him to enter with a smile and a nod indicating that the clothes were prepared. He started spreading the enormous blanket he had on the verandah outside our door after insisting that he would remain outside. I was slightly concerned that he would not enter. With the doors open, how can I carry out my strategy?
The verandah is also semi-outdoor and gets a lot of sunlight. I walked slowly to my room. I convinced myself that mom would take at least forty minutes to return home and that the owner of the house would not appear. Therefore, why bother with the doors? To back off now, I was too excited.
In addition, the sleeping slut in me is being awakened by Shekar’s innocent face. There is no turning back now. I started with the old clothes, which I kept close to the doors. Shekhar has, to my surprise, sat down on his ankle by slightly raising his lungi to make it more comfortable to sit on.
This created a gap in the tent between his legs, allowing me access to his thighs and knees. My heart rate increased. Additionally, I can feel the hardening of my nipples. Is it just a coincidence or was it planned in advance? After thinking that, I went back into my room to get the next set of clothes.
I saw Shekhar standing next to him after keeping the clothes next to him. He was busy folding the clothes and storing them in the spread-out blanket with patience. Just a few feet away, my exposed thighs were directly parallel to his eyes.
I started the conversation by saying that I wasn’t sure about some of the clothes to get his attention. If it still fits, I might return some. He quickly turned to face me and looked at me again. As he looked at my thighs, he softened his voice and said, “Please feel free to take whatever you want.”
I thought it was working because I laughed inside. Now I was sitting next to him on my ankles, rolling up my loose shorts to show 80% of my thighs. I was casually perusing the clothing. His gaze is fixed on my side, and I can feel it. His ability to fold the clothes has significantly slowed down.
An old pair of pants I wore to dance classes caught my eye. That’s the point; I was pretty sure it wouldn’t fit. I went to my room after telling Shekhar that I would try this. I wore the pants after taking off my shorts. When I finally managed to pull up, it was a tight fit.
Although it was 3/4th, it resembled a Spider-Man pant. The only difference is that that insect guy has a smaller ass than I do. My ass bulged out without any visible panty lines because the inside of the panty was so small and resembled a g-string. I walked slowly out of my room to get Shekhar’s opinion.
I hesitated as I stood close to my room, which is at least 12 feet from the main door. “Is it fitting me?” I asked Shekhar. I slowly turned around to show him everything from every angle. Shekar’s eyes widened when he saw me. He took his time, turned me more than three times, and told me, “It’s a little tight fit, mam.”
His widening eyes delighted me, and I was sure he enjoyed it as well. He browsed more clothes for me to try on instead of folding them. The response thus far has been enjoyable. In the same pants, I approached him and sat on my ankle to look for a new dress.
He said, “Mama, this might fit you,” and he quickly gave me a tank top. My mother’s tank top, not mine, had no sleeves. Previously, she wore that to her yoga classes. I liked his choice because it might have a deeper neck and be a little loose for me.
Shekhar seems to be hungry and a little curious about what I’m hiding under my t-shirt. I’m getting more and more comfortable now. To spice things up, I decided to wear a tank top there. I turned around and walked away from him after getting up and taking a few steps back.
I don’t want him to see my nipple because it’s so hard and will be easy to see through my camisole. I also wanted to show him my melon bums from a closer distance. I hope Shekhar is as pleased as I am to change in that visible room.
I took off my t-shirt slowly. To make my butt look better, I bent a little. As I took off my t-shirt, I also slightly lifted my camisole. I put on my tight pants and camisole for 15 seconds while pretending to unwrinkle the tank top.
The neck of this top was, as expected, a little too deep. One could see my cleavage. Shekhar was looking at me like a hungry dog when I turned around. I inquired about the fitting. while continuing to adjust the neck. He advised me to keep it because it was flawless.
I saw myself in the mirror as I quickly entered the room. My fully mature apples are visible without bending by at least 20%. In my tight dance pants and loose tank top, I went to Shekhar. I knelt down in front of him on my knees and started looking through the clothes for something more sexy to turn up the heat.
I was certain that he was attempting to peer through the neck. I reached out to a random dress next to him to make things easier for him. In an effort to grab it, I bent over. My exposed boobs were just a foot from his eyes for a brief moment.
I swayed my hips as I quickly got up and went to my room. I didn’t even bother to look at what I was holding and didn’t even look at it. I wanted to do more, but I wanted it to be subtle. I was experiencing a wide range of emotions in my head.
I came up with an idea. I jokingly went back out after 20 seconds because the dress didn’t fit. I grabbed a second pair of pants as soon as I could find them. I quickly took off my dance pants and wrapped my towel around my waist. But the appearance didn’t make me happy. The towel is long, thick, and not sexy.
Instead of taking her towel, I searched through my mother’s cabinet. After a shower, she specifically uses this one to dry her hair. A bottle-green-colored, small, thin, semi-transparent towel. It barely wrapped around my waist when I wrapped it around. Just above my knees, it came to an end.
The shape of my ass in that tightly wrapped thin towel was just too much for me when I looked in the mirror at myself. With more light, even my milky skin can be seen through the fabric. I decided to go along with it even though I knew it was a little too much.
I took a few deep breaths before slowly making my way out of my room and toward the main door. Shekar opened his jaw when he saw me walking toward him. I said, “It’s tiring to wear and remove the pant for every change,” with a chuckle. Do you agree that using the towel makes it much simpler?
He readily agreed and told me, “You could change here, madam,” with a wide smile. If you’re shy, I’ll turn around. Following that comment, we both cracked up. Because I was concerned that the sunlight might seep through the towel and reveal everything, I kept my distance from the main door.
I observed his progress with the clothing folding. He barely made any headway. Someone seems to care more about the show than their job. Consequently, I casually inquired as to why he had stopped arranging the clothes. I was still doing the try-on, and he said this with a grin on his face.
If everything was folded, it would be hard for me to choose the clothes. He wants to wait until I finish to fold the clothes. I thought, “Hmmm, a wise choice.” Then, pointing to the first set of clothes, I told him, “You can start arranging that, I wouldn’t require anything from that pile.”
He responded, “Now see my speed,” upon hearing that. As he was doing his lungi, he tied a second knot above his knees. For a split second, he lifted it a little too high. It was sufficient for me to see his blue underwear. At the same time that I was taken aback, I cracked up hard.
It appeared as though he intended to do it. I don’t mind, though. I long for more of it. He was able to sit comfortably on the floor with his legs crossed in the double-folded lungi. Additionally, this indicates that they will be separated. I began gradually moving towards him, advancing a couple inches consistently.
I was aware of how much light was falling on me. When he saw me approaching, he inquired as to what I might like to try. Between the gaps, I could see his blue underwear as I knelt in front of him. As I looked at his dick, I was too tempted to suggest trying that one. I didn’t say it, though.
I occasionally glanced at his tool as I perused the clothing pile. The space between the lungi grew wider as they continued to roll up. It indicates that I am increasingly able to discern the shape of his cock to some extent. He probably knows that I can see it and doesn’t seem to care if I hide it.
I was beginning to become wet. I’ve never felt the wetness without putting my finger in it before. I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I began to develop the desire to observe the dick develop. I know I need to do more to get it done.
After taking a moment to regain my composure, I made the decision to proceed further. In the assortment of clothing, I discovered a very small top. It probably won’t get past my neck. I stood up and told Shekhar I was going to try this. Shekar wanted to know if I was going to the room or doing it here in the hallway as he looked at me.
Also, I wasn’t sure about it. That short, semi-transparent camisole will show my navel and nipples if I have to take off the tank top. I can avoid that by turning around. However, in the sunlight, my groin will be clearly visible through the towel.
However, since I am too desperate to measure his size, I must select one. As a result of taking a few steps back, my visibility was reduced. I turned around and turned away from him. I want that, and I am aware that his eyes are working overtime to penetrate the semi-transparent towel.
I took off the tank top and put it on a nearby couch. I tried using the smallest top I could find. I put one hand very difficultly into the sleeve while wearing it around my neck, and that was that. One of my hands is still in the sleeve and I’m in an awkward position with it out in the air.
My neck and face are covered in the remainder of the dress. Nothing could be seen to me. That was not planned for me. It simply took place. I tried to remove it, but I was unable to. Shekhar began to approach me after he observed my struggle and inquired about the incident. I told him that I couldn’t move on.
He said, “Please be patient, madam, allow me to assist you.” I felt both fear and excitement simultaneously. I’m half-naked with the towel and transparent camisole on top. It is not covering my skin very well. His presence was just a few inches away from me.
I’m even drawn to him because I can smell him. The reality he didn’t attempt to assist me with correcting away didn’t amaze me. He was standing there, touching my hand, and he wanted to know how I got so caught. However, I was certain that he was piercing every part of my body.
He should be able to scan me without being concerned about being caught because my dress is blocking my view. I suddenly felt him reversing my entire body. I had no choice but to follow his instructions. He wants to see my nipples in the sunlight better.
He took the dress off my neck after about two minutes, and I took the hand out of the sleeve. I just couldn’t help it. My stupidity caused us both to laugh. He sat down and quickly returned to his position. I considered whether to wear a camisole or a tank top.
I didn’t bother to cover it because I thought he had already seen me in it. However, I needed to see if he was having an erection. So I sat down and silently crept to the main door. I took extra care about where I was sitting. I sat on my bum, folded my legs as close as I could, and kept my toes firmly pressed together.
My nipples were covered and my knees were able to rise to my thigh. Additionally, the towel has no opening because my legs are tightly closed. Shekhar was always looking at me, whenever he could. Now he was much more daring. While he was talking to me, he was even shamingly shifting his gaze to my legs.
He doesn’t seem to care anymore if I catch him. We got to know each other by talking and laughing for a while. Additionally, whenever we had the chance, we were both peeking inside of each other. However, I have not yet witnessed his erection.
I let him see my hard nipples through the camisole and occasionally changed my leg position. His hands constantly adjust his junior over the lungi, so I know he enjoys it. However, that confirmation was insufficient. The only way I could get a visual confirmation was to put everything into it.
Since I didn’t live there, it was so simple for me to do in my village. This is not the same situation. But the fact that I’ll be moving to a new house in a few days gave me a little boost. Keeping that in mind, I discovered the original plan’s skirt.
I requested that Shekhar hand me the skirt that was close to him. He grabbed the skirt, put it at eye level with him, and looked at me. I asked him what with a smile and Based on the way he looked, I suppose he thought the skirt should be very small for me. However, he claimed that this would be a perfect match rather than being truthful. I thought to myself, liar.
I told him that he was wrong and that this would not suit me now with a skeptical expression. However, he insisted that I try to see. I was thinking exactly what sneaky Shekhar is saying. With a big grin on my face, I gladly accepted his request. I got up quickly. He stopped doing anything and looked at me.
At first, I considered entering the room and exiting in the skirt. However, I do not want to disappoint Shekhar’s perceptive eyes. In order to keep things subtle, I decided to try the skirt on the towel. To put it on, I lifted my leg and spread the skirt. That took me a few seconds to complete.
Shekhar was able to see for the first time beneath the towel thanks to it. He would have noticed the slit in my pants from yesterday, I’m sure. After slipping both legs, I attempted to raise the skirt. However, the skirt was too tight, lifting my towel along the way.
After telling Shekhar that this was too small and wouldn’t fit, I giggled. But he wouldn’t take it. He insisted that I try without the towel to determine the truth. With that large gap in my panty, I’m not going to drop my towel. And then, all of a sudden, huge thunder struck, and it started to rain.
Oh no! On the terrace, clothes are stored for drying. I hurriedly removed my skirt and went inside to change, but it started to rain harder. So I made the decision to go get it. Four feet away, in front of the main door, are the stairs leading to the terrace. However, Shekhar is seated nearby with a clothing blanket.
Without tripping over the clothes, I jumped to the other side quickly and went to the terrace. I’m wearing my worst clothes as the rain continues to pour. I peeked a little and made sure that no one else was on their terrace. I grabbed every outfit as quickly as I could, but not fast enough.
I was already drenched in water from the torrential downpour. My ability to carry so many clothes was way too much. It started to block my front view. I thought I could make it as I walked slowly on tiptoe. The primary issue began at that point.
My towel’s knot began to loosen, and I started to feel it. The leap I took to reach the terrace was my fault. While still holding the clothes in both hands, I paused and held it with my left elbow. Every step down I carefully planned to take as slowly as possible.
However, it is getting worse. The two ends of the small towel began to separate as a result of the loosening of the knot, exposing my entire left side. The cool air hits my exposed, wet skin, which I can feel. Mr. Shekhar, on the other hand, ought to be in heaven.
As I slowly descend the stairs, he ought to have a clear view of my tiny red pant with a big hole. I am powerless to do anything about that. I kept going down while keeping my cool. I have finished the stairs now. I have to leap over the blanket.
Presently, I am standing close to Shekhar, whose face is only a few inches from my exposed side bum. Because his clothes were in the way, I couldn’t see his face. However, I had no doubt that he was having the time of his life. Now I need to know how to get across the blanket.
I will undoubtedly lose my towel if I jump again. That was unexpected for me. I then contacted Shekhar, asking, “Can you help with these clothes?” He immediately stood up and began to remove my clothes from my hand. I then realized that this concept was even worse.
In the rain, my camisole was completely wet, and my boobs could be seen through the thin, wet fabric. I looked down with shame as Shekar’s gaze remained fixed on my thighs. He was a streetwise individual. He didn’t take everything at once. He started with the most affluent garments.
My hard nipples pointed directly at him, exposing my boobs. While still gazing at my boobs, he asked me where to keep it. He seemed to be conversing with them rather than me. I pointed inside the house to the room. He went there and took the clothing with him.
Without even blinking, he slowly turned around and came back toward me. Shamefully, I tried to look somewhere else, but there was nothing else there. He reached underneath and grabbed the remaining clothing. He accidentally or purposefully brushed his fingers against my exposed belly while taking it.
I reacted by moving a little in response to the electric jolt that this caused on my body. To lose my elbow grip on my towel was more than enough. Despite my best efforts, I ended up in exactly this predicament. The towel was on the ground and my clothes were still in my hand as I stood there.
I jumped across and started running inside the house right away, showing off my full thong melon ass. I wore my shorts while putting the clothes away. I hurriedly emerged to correct Shekhar. However, as soon as I emerged, I saw the scene I had been waiting for.
Shekhar had a significant lungi bulge and was standing at the door. As if struck by lightning, I was just standing there. He was aware of his condition and tried to cover it with his hands, but he was unsuccessful. He said, “Sorry, mam, I cannot help it, I have never seen such a beautiful girl in this state before.”
When I heard this, I was excited. After that, he allowed his hand to slip inside the lungi, removed his cock from the underwear, covered it with it, and massaged it slowly. On his lungi, the cock is currently building a huge tent. I thought it finally worked. I finally received the anticipated visual confirmation. My wish is now realized. Or, does it?
The sound of the gate downstairs woke us both up, and I informed him that it was my mother. I quickly entered the room and changed into a t-shirt underneath my camisole. I dashed outside to grab my mother’s towel near the stairs. I could see that Shekhar had already packed and begun his descent.
I wondered how he managed to conceal his erection as he left. I was under the impression that this was beyond my control and might make things worse. What if Shekhar follows me around? And returns home once more? My head began to hurt. However, in a few days, I will leave this location. For the remaining days here, all I wanted to do was remain with my mother and follow her wherever she went.
When my mother entered the house, she inquired about the orphanage’s clothing. I informed her that I provided him with more than he had anticipated. She then inquired, “Did he like it?”
Yes, he thoroughly enjoyed it. While I showed him the clothes, you should have seen his eyes.