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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.Two more days were to go before my husband returned. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain.He had gone on a business trip for a week and 5days had already passed. I picked up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place the door bell rang. He said that he lived 3 stations away and was done for the day.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.I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.
It was raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the evening.
He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool is not good.
I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further... Within a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while... One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return' while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.
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.