I am from Mumbai. During my college days, I was a hiking and mountaineering buff. Every weekend, by Friday evening or Saturday afternoon, our group used to go to scale peaks in Matheran, in or around Bombay or long distance. By Sunday evening we used to be back. Once we were on a Bombay University sponsored hikes to Nashik. There we were to scale about 6 – 8 peaks. We were a group of 14 initially, but as the weather was turning bad, with constant rain and thunder, with flood warning, most of the group returned, leaving behind a core group of 4 and finally I was the only remaining who was determined to scale the peaks. I love outdoor life, so did not feel like returning back to the crowded populated city before the due date. While hiking since we are always at remote areas, we usually get to spend our evening at the village temple or at some headman’s or farmer’s house. That day, the weather was a bit clear, even though there were light rain, I started and scaled a peak and by the time I returned it was 4.00 P.M.
I had entered a village and was walking along when there was a heavy downpour. The weather was overcast and the clouds were looming heavily above. The chances were that the rains would not be stopping soon. The rain was so fierce that it was falling in heavy drops (cats and dogs) and visibility was also negligible. I was totally drenched, but the rucksack and my sleeping bag was rain proof, so I was trying to find a safe shelter where I could change into dry clothes. I saw a turbaned farmed walking in front and approached him for shelter. Now these village folks are familiar with crazy people like us who come to climb mountains. They have asked us on why we do that as for them it is a regular days work as their farming are on mountain tops etc.. and they climb regularly. Anyway, the farmer was a young fellow probably in his thirties and drenched like me. He asked me to accompany him. After a walk of 10 minutes on the outskirts of the village, he led me to a neat mud house, which had those dry leaves roof. Around the house on the wall and the ground was plastered with cow dung. I had to bend to enter the thatched hut as the door was smaller. On entering in, I found that the family consisted of two small girls (probably aged 2 and 4) and his wife. Now she was thin (or is it lean), seemed like she just had a bath and was wearing an old torn sari and a dirty loose blouse. She was tall about 5’5″ and had sharp features. She had a big metal earrings and a round nose ring.
Both the husband and wife were suntanned and their face had creases and hand had calluses which seem to suggest that half their time was spent in sun tending fields. The husband had been returning from field when I met him. The room was large from inside, with a log wood burning in the corner for preparing food. There was a partition in one corner dividing the house into two rooms where I could see some mattresses on the floor. The house was smelling of cow dung and the wet mud smell. There were a lot of smell coming from within and it took me a while to get used to it. They were poor people barely surviving on a daily basis. There was no furniture and the floor was bare. I could feel the stare of the women and the kids as I stood there taking in the scene in front of me. The husband said to his wife that I would be staying so to prepare food for me too. She was still standing there staring at me. I was feeling odd and out of place. I thanked the husband and inquired whether he drinks. Suddenly his face lit up, he said yes. I then gave him Rs. 100/- and said, can you get a beer for me and he can buy his brand, plus if he can arrange some chicken or mutton and some vegetables. Initially, he expressed hesitancy to accept but then took the money and left. The women was still looking at me while the kids were pointing at me and giggling. Since I was drenched, I moved to a corner of the hut and then opened my bag, took out my towel, a short and a t-shirt.
I scrubbed my hair and body, wrapped the towel around me and removed my wet clothes. When I glanced at the wife, I observed her looking but the moment she realized I was staring at her, she turned her head. I changed into fresh clothes and then combed and powdered myself and felt fresh. I started playing with the kids. I cajoled them in coming near me and offered them some powder, perfume, pencil and some papers which I carry for taking notes. In a matter of minutes, I had the small one on my lap and the elder one sitting beside me, drawing pictures. I could see a smile on the mothers face. She was making those hand made rotis and cooking it on the chulha. As she bent forward I could see her boobs hanging (no bras – didn’t expect her to have one, no underwear too). It was a clear sight; It was as if she was naked in front of me. She realized I was watching her but acted nonchalant. Since I don’t speak Marathi but can understand the language and she was not well versed with hindi, I was trying to communicate with broken marathi and she was replying slowily so that I understand. After an hour, her husband came loaded with vegetables, chicken and a two bottles of country liquor. He had a lot of change which he gave me, which I in turn handed over to his wife saying that she should buy some sweets for the kids. She accepted the money and seemed surprised at my generosity. Her husband in the meantime told me that he could not get my Beer.
Now I am no fan of country liquor so when he poured a glass for himself, I just took a quarter glass and kept it in front of me without sipping. The wife was busy cooking a good food and I could smell the aroma of the dishes. She cooked fast and in an hour’s time had the food ready. By now the husband had finished half the bottle and he was going strong. He was constantly talking about his work, fields, inquiring about my programme, predicting the weather etc… His wife was keeping a watch on us. By 7.30 she was ready with the food and I suggested that she feed the kids first. She laid a plate for the kids and was feeding them. I sidled upto them and then seeing that she was trying to keep back good chunky meat for us, I dipped into the gravy and put more vegetable and meat for the kids. I could see that she was taken back with my action. After half an hour she had fed the kids and put them to bed. She came to join us. My glass was still quarter full and her husband had now finished one bottle and was opening the second. She looked at me and asked me why I don’t drink. I said you drink first and then I will. Now the husband was gone, drunk and I don’t think he had any idea what was going on around him. But he was still drinking. She shied away and said she never drinks much.
I offered my glass to her and she took a couple of sips. The glass was almost empty. I filled it to the brim (full) and then tasted the drink myself from the same glass and gave her. She shyly took it and in a couple of gulps finished more than half of it. I again refilled the glass, and tasted the drink myself. It was strong with a real pungent smell. The drink seemed to be burning its way through my throat to my stomach. I gasped and she laughed. I offered her the glass, while doing so my hands brushed against her boobs and she laughed again. I could see that she was enjoying the drink. I filled my glass and taking a few sips from it gave it to her. By this time her husband had finished his glass and poured the last shot, emptying the bottle. He was blabbering now, talking incoherently and swaying. We sat there for some time till she finished her glass and then she got up and laid the food for us. I don’t think the husband knew what he was eating, he was half asleep, his eyes closed and his wife was feeding him. He was sitting beside me and she was sitting in front of him. She was also eating from the same plate while feeding him. To feed him she had to lean forward and through the loose blouse her boobs which were good round shaped was hanging freely. She could see me staring at it and was deliberately bending herself, giving me an eyeful. Finally I lost my senses and in an act of desperation reached forward and handled her boobs.
She smiled and pushed my hands off. Finally we ate and it was time to sleep. She led her husband to the curtained portion and laid him down and asked me to sleep at the corner spare space. She blew the kerosene lamp off and lay beside her husband and I opened my sleeping bag and cuddled in. I must have just blinked, when I felt an arm encircling me and trying to cozy unto me. I could feel heavy hot breadth on my face. I realized it was the wife. I could smell her perspiration, food smell and different smell coming out of her. A rustic village belle’s smell. It was total dark and it was very difficult to see and we could only see the silhouette of each other. I embraced her thin body and she was strong. Her hands were moving all over my body. I in turn asked her to remove her sari and blouse. We both undressed and I kissed her. She was like a wild animal. Her tongue was trying to reach all corner of my mouth. The cold metal of her nose ring was constantly pressing my skin and giving me the charge. She was on top of me and her hands were everywhere. She kissed me all over my face and by this time I had a stiff lund. She spread her legs and slowly started taking it in. I could see, feel her effort, by her closed eyes and the slowness of penetration. She would take in small amount in one time and then relax and then again push to take in more. I could feel her choot wall pressing against my lund and finally she was in all the way.
She just relaxed and slept on me taking in the feeling of fullness within her. Then she kissed me and said it was painful. I was pressing her boobs and then had my hands on her buttocks and was pressing it in. My fingers were searching for her asshole. She regained her breadth and then started pounding me . She was moving up and down on my lund and making a hissing sound hsssssssss. Her eyes were closed shut and her hands were pressing on my chest. My hands were pressing her boobs and nipples and also I was trying to kiss and bite her nipples. It went on for some time and finally with a shudder she fell down on me like a spent force. I laid her on her back and then mounted her by spreading her legs. Her choot was tight but due to her lubricants it slid in. I started pumping her, banging and she started responding. Her nails were scratching my back and she was trying to hug me tightly. I kept pounding till I felt myself shooting a whole lot of sperm into her. She also strained herself against me rubbing her choot and squeezing all my cum and she exploded again. I could feel her body releasing her orgasm in waves. Finally her tide passed and we both just lay in each other arms. I slept off and at night I woke up to find that she was not lying beside me and then I dressed up and went back to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep and when I opened my eyes, it was already morning and the kids were up and playing and she was cooking breakfast.
The farmer was already up. I sheepishly got up as I was feeling guilty for getting up late. The kids were watching me and I just playfully lunged at them. They squealed and ran. The parents looked at me and smiled. I looked at her and she gave me a lovely smile. The rain had not stopped and it was really raining cats and dogs. I stood looking outside and asked the guy whether there was any chance for me to climb two more peaks. He laughed and said – no chance. Wait till the rain subsides and then try. I asked him if there was any place for me to stay. He said that saab, if you don’t want to stay with us in this hut then shift otherwise please stay with us. His wife was intently listening to our discussion and when I agreed to stay, I looked at her and she had her naughty smile on the face. I told the guy lets have some more dishes today and paid him 100 Rs. more. I said, bring drinks but try for beer for me and buy 2-3 country for all of us. The mention of liquor seemed to brighten him. Her husband waited for some time, informed and seeing that the rain was not stopping, informed that he would be going to the field to check the state and then buy the goods and try to be back by 3.00 to 4.00 P.M. and then went to buy the foodstuff and probably to get a smoke, I took my clothes off and wore my towel and went out in the rain for a bath.
I had the soap with me. The kids also joined and we all enjoyed. The wife also joined and time and while playing with the kids she was intentionally sliding by me, pressing herself to me and finally she asked the kids to go in and dry themselves. I had an erection and my towel was clearly showing the bulge. We went to the back of her hutment and then she raised her saree and slept on the wet ground pulling me on top of her. My lund was immediately in her choot and I was fucking her. She also had her legs around me and her hands was pressing me to her. We pounded away and in a short time I came. We got up and then I after bathing in the rain entered the house. I came in and wore warm clothes. I hung my wet clothes t dry inside the house. By this time the lady had also come back, I realized she also had soaped herself with my soap and her shoulder long hair was wet and tied in a cloth. Her sari was drenched. She went behind the curtain to change, and I could see her silhoutte through that. Now I was left alone with the kids. The wife’s name was Shobhabai. I started playing with the kids. Shobhabai went towards the chulha and was busy preparing the lunch, making rotis and cutting vegetables for curry and sabji. After a couple of hours she joined the kids and Shobhabai joined us. Whenever we had a chance we were brushing against each other.
Finally I made the kids sit and to draw pictures. Shobhabai was watching that with interest. I sidled upto her and placed her hand on the bulge in my pants. She squeezed it without looking at me. I slid my hands under her buttocks from behind. She shifted her position to allow me to slide my hand under her sari. As I wrote earlier she was too poor too afford any bra or panties. I started playing with her choot. The kids were busy doing their work and even if they had looked at us they won’t have realized as the sari was totally covering my play. Her hands in between would streak out and press the bulge. She was all wet down and I could feel her heat growing. I told her that why don’t you collect a bucket of water from outside. She got up and left and I asked the kids to work and followed her out. There was no house nearby and the rains were making visibility less. We went to a side wall and we started kissing each other. I raised her sari and pulled her towards me. I lifted her and now her legs were entwined around my buttocks and my lund was in her choot. I started banging her against her house wall and she was moaning. Her head was limp on my shoulders and she was riding along with me. We were only worried that the children should not come looking for us. Finally I could feel her shudder and limpness. I put her down and then guided her hand to my lund. I asked her to masturbate me and shyly she started doing it. In an instant I had released my cum in her hand.