No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.
Someone wrote and sang "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans ".
Nothing could be truer.
I would request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading the stories, if possible.
Warning - long chapter.
This is part B of the previous chapter 5A.
Can easily be read alone.
May be.
Continued from :-
I knew now I have to find an alternate path - waiting for my marriage to get fucked was out of question.
Tushar, or Tushi, my next door neighbour I talked about earlier, called me one morning and said his parents were leaving for a day and he wanted to spend the day with me after his football game. This was nothing new for me as we have spent time in each other's homes on free days many a times since childhood and hence his call was more a formality.
I told ma about his visit and she made the necessary arrangements about our lunch.
I was ready for him by about 11am, wearing a midi skirt and a bottom open, loose, shoulder hanging home wear blouse that I had worn before with him in his home also but with bra/panties.. I didn't bother about my underwear at home, unless ma was nearby, for quite some time by then.
It's just Tushi - big deal!
He arrived somewhere around 12.15 pm, completely mud covered and went straight to the bathroom and cleaned himself. I gave him a pajama(leggings) and kurta(shirt) of my father to change and we gossiped on my bed after lunch and somewhere along fell asleep.
During the tea session in the evening before he left, we decided that we will be going to their farmhouse near Amtala which is about 25km away and spend a day there.
Accordingly, we started on his bike at about 8am, both in a pair of jeans, T and sneakers and arrived in one hour next morning. We had breakfast at home before leaving but got hungry again due the crowded, dusty and jerky road by the time we arrived.
The farm had an open agricultural field with a one storied 3 bedroom house and a large pond for pisciculture. He went to the caretaker to ask him get some lunch for us packed from anywhere nearby and after the caretaker left, he invited me for a swim in the pond and started to get undressed.
I was in two minds, whether to or not, if yes then how, as I brought no change of clothing and keeping a set of wet clothing on throughout the day was out of the question. Then again, the day was becoming hot from warm, I was full of road dirt and sweat accumulated while coming and the still clear water was alluring.
I asked him if anything spare to wear was available in the house and he went in to bring his mother's yellow pajama and pink kurta, impossible to use while swimming, as the after effects will be worse than being nude.
I went to search myself and couldn't find any bra panty left by his mother but found a new gamcha(Indian fine cotton towel, handloom woven, red square designed), discarded my sweaty, dirty clothes, washed and put them under the Sun to dry, wore the gamcha tying just above my breast centre- the length covering my 5'5" body fully, came out, found him in his blue cotton brief and both jumped into the water shouting "Race" and swam like hell towards the other end.
That was about the first 10 seconds!
Having no experience swimming in a gamcha, I found a lot of things going out of control :-
1. Last we swam a race like this, the venue was a Club pool, my dress was a one piece swimsuit, the time, one year before. The intervening period, I studied and mostly stayed home, he studied and played football - his body was under control and mine not.
2. The water was heavier and this resulted in extra effort required to swim.
3. The gamcha had a mind of it's own. While the central knot was fine, the rest of the cloth parted fully on both sides and rose to the top, especially with my body moving through water.
4. In 10 seconds, but for the knot, I had nothing covering me and the gamcha floating at the top pulled by my body, was becoming a hindrance in my going any faster.
5. Luckily, he was hell bent on winning and having so many handicaps, I let him go past me, hoping he hasn't seen me like that.
He beat me to the other side by about 15 seconds and as he stood in the shallow water looking at me, I suddenly felt his eyes were locked on my body,glittering but I could do nothing about it. Having lost, I slowed down, stood up in shallow water and the gamcha collapsed on me, leaving one boob fully and the other one half open but more or less covering the rest. His smiling eyes said he saw it clearly and enjoyed it.
I got very annoyed at my stupidity and covered both fast behind that fine fully wet cloth. Just my skin got covered, the rest needed no imagination to see under the wet cloth.
I screamed at him "Stop ogling me, idiot."
He laughed out hard and said "Why idiot? Because you showed me your fully nude body throughout while swimming? Or just one boob now? Which one?"
I got angry and tried to beat him up.
He just took a few blows smiling, then held my hands and said "Look, you showed me nothing I have not seen already, many times. So don't be alerted."
I got even angrier and said "What do you mean by that?"
He again smiled and said "We have spent a lot of time together, remember? I have seen, in those time spaces. More than once. Even yesterday when we were on your bed, sleeping together, you were fully up skirt and both of your boobs spilled out quite a bit under your blouse. Like before, I decided not to embarrass you but you left me no choice anymore by asking."
