Dear friends this episode also concerns my friend Ramu short for Ramesh. Ramu as told to me with the instructions to write it and share it with you guys.
Mrs. Pooja came in and introduced herself. Pooja was in her late thirties. She was pretty, fair, tall and slim with a lovely figure. Her tits were large and nicely shaped. She wore a white sari draped tightly round her body showing her ass and her big tits to their best advantage. She did not have 'sindoor' (red coloured powder) in her hair parting. Maya was right, from her white sari and lack of sindoor, it appeared that she was a widow.
Seeing her my cock started to rise to greet her. If the daughter was anything like the mother then I was on to a good thing. I made a mental note to reward Maya with an extra fuck or two for the good sense she had shown. She explained the purpose of her visit. She wanted me to give tuition to her 18-year-old daughter Sarita, studying in the final year of school.
'Sarita' she said, 'is an intelligent girl. She had always done well in the class but since few months or so her grades are falling. You know sir how important the final year is? If she does not do well then it will effect her future career'. She was very worried and wanted my help. I said, 'Do not worry. I will see to it that Sarita passes her exams with good marks'.
Then she said, 'Mr. Kumar I am a widow, though financially comfortably placed, I am not rich but am ready to pay whatever tuition fees you want on hourly or monthly basis to see that my daughter's future is secured'. I told her that the matter of tuition fees is a small matter. We can settle it after I have met Sarita and gauged the amount of effort I would have to make.
Mrs. Pooja however wanted to settle my fees in advance. My wife said, 'Mrs. Pooja my husband will definitely settle this matter after he has had a chance to judge the workload involved'. It was then agreed that I would visit her house two days later, after I came home from my work. She spent another hour with us drinking tea and chatting with my wife.
Two days later as agreed I was at Pooja's house and met her daughter Sarita.
Sarita was slightly shorter and darker than Pooja. Otherwise they were like two peas in a pod. After talking to Sarita and going through her books and her work I said, 'Mrs. Pooja initially I will teach Sarita on weekdays for an hour in the afternoon and after seeing her progress the frequency of the tuition can be reduced'. Pooja asked, 'What about your fees?' I laughed, 'Don't worry Poojaji. I won't teach her for free. Give me time and I will tell you on my own'.
I started to teach her from the next day.
During the lesson Pooja kept going in and out of the room at some pretext or the other and why not? She was guarding the virginity of her daughter from a stranger. During the tuition I found Sarita to be quite intelligent but her mind kept wandering and seemed always preoccupied. This was the main reason for her not being able to concentrate.
After three weeks or so on a Friday evening I received a call from Pooja, 'Mr. Kumar you have not yet told me your fees. Why don't you come and meet me on Sunday morning if it is convenient to you. We can discuss Sarita's progress and also settle the matter of your fees'. I told her that I would be with her between 10.00 and 10.30 a.m.
On Sunday morning as I had also some other matters to attend I reached Pooja's house earlier than the appointed time. When I rang the bell I heard Pooja shout, 'Please come in the door is open'. On entering I saw that Pooja was standing on a shaky stool trying to drive a nail in the wall. She was dressed in a near transparent housecoat and her black bra and panties were clearly visible. Seeing her attired this way I got an immediate hard on. 'Oh it is you Mr. Kumar. I did not expect you till later' she said.
I apologized for coming early. She said, 'Doesn't matter I will be soon with you' and raised the hammer to hit the nail. Somehow she lost her balance and fell. I tried to catch her but only succeeded in breaking her fall and we both went crashing to the floor. We fell in such a manner that she was on the floor and I on top. Lying like this did my cock no good. It became harder and pressed into the divide of her legs against her choot. I moved slightly to arouse passion in her.
For a few minutes she lay under me with her eyes closed moaning. Then she opened her eyes and looked me straight in the eye and said, 'Ramesh ji I think I have hurt my shoulder and knee. Could you please help me to my room?' I said, 'Sure' and half carried and half walked her to her room. She kept groaning at every step she took.
I sat her down on her bed and propped up her back with pillows against the headrest of the bed to make her comfortable and said, 'Can I get you something or call a doctor? Where is Sarita?' 'No, a doctor is not required. Sarita has gone to attend her computer class and will only be back by noon. You can, if you don't mind, rub some deep heat on my shoulder' she said handing a tube to me. 'Sure with pleasure' I told her and sat down next to her on her right side.
'It is my left shoulder that hurts' she said pulling back her housecoat and lowering her bra strap. 'Don't worry I can reach it from here' I told her and started rubbing the soothing salve. 'Yes that is the place but a little gently it hurts' she said and closed her eyes. 'A little lower. That is right little more' she said guiding me. While I was rubbing the deep heat she laid her head back and started to moan.
