I had taken a long hiatus before writing the Facebook story. But with the kind of response I got, I thought I would write this story. I have written the Kannada conversation as it happened, along with the English translation.
The story dates back to September last year. The heroine of the story is Sujata. She is tall and fair with a plump ass. Her boobs, however, are small, not the kind I love. Even though it is small, I mauled it to my heart’s content.
Sujata is from Udupi, but she has settled in Bangalore with her husband and 16-year-old daughter. The couple runs a bakery near my house. They sell the usual items, such as cigarettes and bread. I go there to smoke.
I fell for her structure, tall, protruding ass, fair skin with a few scars of pimples on the fair face. She had thick lips. The only disappointment for me was her boobs. She had a pair of small ones. She always wore a churidar. She was very conscious about how much of her skin was visible.
Her churidar tops were of the kind that never showed anything. The only thing visible was her thick gold mangalsutra chain. Her pants were also dark-coloured ones. I used to observe all these whenever I went to her shop to smoke.
They open the shop at 5:30 AM and close by 10:30 PM. At 5:30, both husband and wife come, and then Sujata goes home around 7:00 AM to prepare breakfast and lunch. Then she comes back around 10:30.
I always loved to take the cigarette from Sujata because I had made it a habit to touch her fingers while taking it from her. She never objected or showed any signs of reluctance. The moment she saw me, she would ensure that she gave me the cigarette, even if her husband was there.
One day, I was at her shop around 5:40 AM to smoke, and as always, she gave me a cigarette. That day, I made it a point to slightly squeeze her hand when taking the cigarette. I could see a faint smile on her face. I stood by the side, smoking and occasionally trying to catch her eye.
She came out of the shop holding a broom in her hand. She started sweeping the place in front of the shop. It was my lucky day. As she was sweeping, I stood in such a way that I could take a glimpse of her neck area. My idea was to try to steal a glance at her cleavage.
I was not disappointed. I could clearly see her cleavage. Her small boobs were hidden inside a white bra. Her long mangalsutra was dangling from one side to another as she swept the floor. As I was enjoying the show, she suddenly looked up and caught me looking at her valley.
She became conscious and raised her left hand, holding her top to conceal her from view. I was both disappointed and scared. What if she took offence to it? I just prayed that she would not stop giving me the pleasures of touch. But my fear was far-fetched.
The next day, I visited the shop at around 6:00 AM. She was about to complete sweeping. When she saw me, she smiled at me and asked me, “Yeshtu?” (How many?) I just showed my finger, indicating I wanted one cigarette. I was standing very close to the shop entrance.
The shop’s arrangement was such that there was a small gap between a refrigerator and a wooden shelf. To enter and exit the shop, the small gap was the only way. I was standing close to the refrigerator. When Sujata was entering the shop, her ass brushed against my right palm.
Believe me, friends, it was a moment that I had always waited for. The heavy ass cheeks were a treat to watch. Now, I had the good fortune of feeling it, even though it was only for a few seconds. How I wished I could squeeze them. I knew, one day or the other, I would succeed.
The next day, I was at the shop at around 10:30 AM. Sujata was alone in the shop. As usual, when she saw me, she handed over the cigarette. This time, my hand was in contact with her fingers for a longer period. I started a small talk with her.
I asked her, “Neevu Udupi Navara?” (Are you from Udupi?) She nodded her head and asked me, “Neevu Udupi nodidira?” (Have you been to Udupi?) I said, “Yes, many times.” We spoke a few more things about coastal Karnataka.
Then, out of the blue, she suddenly asked me, “Yaake, kayyi muttodu neevu, cigarette tegidukollovaaga?” (Why do you touch my hands when taking the cigarette?) I did not have an answer. So I asked, “Yaake, nimmage ishta illwa?” (Why? Don’t you like it?)
She did not answer immediately. But after a couple of minutes, she said, “Ishta untu, aadre.” (I like it but…). She did not complete the sentence. I finished the cigarette. Then, while leaving, I said, “Innondu kodi.” (Give me one more). This time, I was bolder.
Instead of just touching the fingers, I held her hand and squeezed it. She didn’t say anything. I took the cigarette. I don’t know how I got the courage, but I asked, “Nimma phone number sigabahuda?” (Can I get your phone number ?)
She looked at me with a smile and said, “Yaake bekuntu nimmage nanna number?” (Why do you need my phone number?)
I thought a little and said, “Nimma sundaravaada voice kellikke mathu nimma dp nodlikke.” (To hear your sweet voice and to look at your dp).
She nodded and said, “Nimma number kodi, naane maadthe.” (Give me your number, and I will only contact you).
I left the shop and was restless. I wondered if she would really call. That evening, I went to the shop. I bought the cigarette, but there was no interaction at all. Her husband and daughter were both present at the shop.
She looked at me a couple of times and smiled, but nothing else. While leaving, I took my phone out of my pocket and waved at her once and left. I was sure she would get in touch with me.
That night, at around 9 PM, I got a message on my WhatsApp. There was no ‘hi’ or any introduction, only a message. “Nimma DP chanda untu, Sundara.” (Your DP is very nice, Handsome). I quickly clicked on the DP and clicked on ‘View Contact’. It was indeed Sujata. Her DP showed her with her daughter.
I was excited. I said, “Thanks. Nimma DP kuda tumba chanda untu, hot.” (Your DP is also nice and hot). The reply was only a surprised emoji. I quickly replied, “Hot, very hot,” followed by a shy emoji.
She replied, “Nimmage yentha naachike nanage hot helidhu neevu?” (Why are you feeling shy? You called me hot.)
I didn’t reply anything to that but just asked, “Yentha maadthidhiri?” (What are you doing?) She replied, “Cooking.”. I did not know what to say, so I said, “Neevu tumba channagidira but ……” (You are very beautiful, but……). She replied, “But?”
I took some courage and replied, “Yella chanda untu aadhre, mele baaga tumba chickadu.” (Everything is nice, but the top portion is small.) I followed up with a kiss emoji. I thought she would get angry.
But she surprisingly asked, “Nimmage doddadu ishtana? Yentha maadodu, chikkadu irodu.” (Do you like big ones? What to do? I have small ones.)
I said, “Paravaagilla bidi, melindu chikkadaadre yenu, kellagindu benki.” (It’s ok. What if the top is small, the bottom is fire). She sent a laughing emoji and said, “Ha, ishta ayitha?” (Ha, did you like it?)
I sent a kiss emoji. She then said, “Adige mugisabeku, naale banni angadige.” (I have to finish cooking. Come to shop tomorrow). I sent a goodnight message with a kiss emoji again.
The visits to the shop and the chats continued for some days. The chats had gradually turned into sex talks. I started asking her about her bra and panty colour. She would boldly reply with the colour. One day, I asked her if we could have a video call and that I wanted to see her bra.
She denied and said, “Aha aase nodu, adhella beti aadaaga, video yella naanu maadalla.” (Look at the desire. All that when we meet. I don’t want to do video.)
I was becoming bolder by the day. I would hold her hand when taking the cigarette. She would show me her cleavage without any inhibition while bending to take things out in the shop.
One Saturday, when I was at her shop around 7:30 PM, her husband was leaving the shop with a bag in his hand. He told me that he had a bus to catch up to Mangalore. I wished him a happy journey. He left the shop, but I still stood there. Sujata had a big smile on her face.
I looked at her and asked why she was so happy. She didn’t say anything but only replied, “Naale yenta, busy na neevu?” (What about tomorrow, are you busy?)
I replied that I was free, as it was a Sunday. I took some courage and asked her, “Naale yentha, nimma maneli nanage thindi na?” (What is special? Is it a breakfast invitation for me?)
She said, “Thindi beda, sanje tea. Magalu friends jothe cinema ge hoglikke untu.” (Not breakfast but tea in the evening. Daughter is going to a movie with her friends). I was on cloud 9. I knew this was my chance.
The next day went as usual in the morning. I went to the shop for cigarettes. When I went again around 12:30 PM, I asked her, “Sanje, pakka alwa tea?” (Is tea confirmed for the evening?) She nodded her head.
Her house was a few metres from the shop. It was a 3-story building with two houses on each floor. I was a little apprehensive about going as there would be other families. I didn’t want anyone to notice me.
Her house was on the first floor. I entered the building and climbed up the stairs. Luckily for me, the occupants of the other house on the same floor were also out. I boldly went up and knocked on the door. I was looking my best. I had worn my black jeans with a blue T-shirt.
Although I knew there could be some action, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t carry any condoms. She opened the door and let me in with a smile. She was wearing a pink chudi top and a white bottom. This was the first time I saw her in light-coloured bottoms.
The bottom was quite transparent, and I could get a glimpse of her pink panty. I jokingly said, “Yentha ivathu yella pink.” (What is the occasion? Everything is pink today). She just laughed. I was sitting on the couch in the living room. I could see her preparing tea in the kitchen.
Her ass was very inviting. I just went and stood near the kitchen door. She put the tea in two cups and started walking towards the kitchen door. I extended my hand and asked her to give me the tray. She refused, but I forcibly took it. While taking it, I brushed my hand against her left boob.
It was small, but the feeling of touching it was awesome. I took the tea tray and came to the living room, where I put it on the table. I sat down on the couch, and she sat opposite me on a single-seater. I took the teacup and patted the portion on my left side. I beckoned her to come and sit there.
She didn’t hesitate. She came and sat next to me. I was holding the tea cup in my right hand and sipping it. She was on my left side. I took a bold step and moved my left hand to the space on the couch behind her. I started playing with her hair.
She looked at me and said, “Yentha, kudlu ishta na?” (Why do you like my hair?) I jokingly said, “Kudlu ishta idu ishta.” ( I like the hair and also this) I put my hand boldly on her ass. I squeezed her left ass cheek once. She let out a moan.
I squeezed it once again. I started feeling her ass cheeks. I tried lifting her kameez, but since she was sitting, it was difficult for me. She understood my predicament and lifted her ass. She allowed me free access to her ass cheeks. I was now able to feel her ass cheeks on her chudi bottom.
It was a thin material, and I could feel it well now, as well as her panty lining. I inserted my hand inside her kameez from the back and took my hands up till I could feel her bra. I played with the bra hook for some time. Then moved my left hand towards the left and could feel the side of her boob.
I pressed it once. She moaned and said, “Chikkadu.” (Small.) I inserted my forefinger inside the bra from the side and pushed it till I could feel the nipple. Since the boob is very small, I could reach her nipple without much effort. I played with it for some time.
I then inserted the entire palm inside and started squeezing the boob. Her nipple was erect. I started circling my finger on the areola and pressing the nipple alternatively. She was letting out loud moans now. I had finished my tea by now. I moved my face towards her neck.
As I was playing with her boob, I kissed her on her neck. Since my right hand was now free, I kept it on her thigh and started pressing it. Except for her boobs, all other parts were full of flesh. I gently moved my hand towards her mound and started massaging her pussy area over the chudi pant.
Meanwhile, her hand moved to the back of my head, and she started playing with my hair. I don’t know what got over me. I said, “Condom thandilla, haage maadanva?” (I haven’t brought condoms. Shall we do it like that only?) She didn’t say anything but pressed my head towards her boobs.
I started biting her right boob over the kameez. I held the hem of her kameez and started pulling it up. Once I pulled it up to her neck, I could see her small boobs hidden inside her black bra. I put my mouth on her boob over the bra and bit it once.
She just moaned loudly and started pushing my head towards her boobs. I lifted the bra cup and freed her boobs. I could see her white boobs. The nipples were hard and standing thick. I put my mouth on the boob and started sucking it. My hands were busy mauling her ass cheeks.
I sat down on my knees and put my mouth on her mound. I started biting her pussy area over the chudi bottom. I bit it so hard that she almost shouted. I told her the door was open. I got up and went to close the door. I returned to her. I held her hand and made her stand up.
She was a little taller than I. I pushed her to the wall and again lifted her kameez. Her boobs were out of the bra. I put my hand behind her and unclasped her bra. I tried removing the kameez. She said, “Beda, full thegiyodu beda.” (No, don’t remove it.)
I again knelt on my knees and untied her chudi bottom. The bottom fell to her ankles. I could see a wet patch on her pink panties. I inserted a finger from the side of the panty and started fingering her hole. I pushed my finger inside. I could feel the wetness. She had a little pubic hair.
I started sliding her panties down. She was moaning. Once the panty was pulled to the ankles, I got up and again put my mouth on her boobs. I started licking and biting them. She held the hem of her kameez. I now got up and opened the button of my jeans.
I pulled it down along with my boxer. My dick was now standing in full attention. I took her hand and put it on my dick. She started giving me a handjob. I looked up at her and asked, “Bayyalli itkothira?” (Will you keep it in your mouth?)
She said, “Chi, naanu baayi idalla alli.” (Chi, I won’t keep my mouth there). I said, “OK, naanu idthini.” (OK, I will keep it) I started biting her pussy. She put her hand on my head and started pushing it towards her pussy hole.
I stood up, holding my dick in my hand and said, “Ollage haakthini.” (I will put it inside) I wanted to experience fucking in the standing position. I just hovered my dick over her pussy. I could feel a tickling sensation due to her pubic hair. She bent a little pushing her ass along the wall.
My left hand was holding her left boob while my right hand was holding my dick. I took it to her pussy hole and tried pushing it in. Since we were standing, it was a little difficult. She understood and came a little down.
I pushed my dick in, and I could feel her pussy walls engulfing my dick. She was holding the hem of her dress with her chin. Her hands had gone behind her, scratching my back. I started making rhythmic movements. My dick was going in and coming out like a piston.
I started increasing the speed. Meanwhile, I put my hand on both her ass cheeks and started pressing them hard. I was fucking her vigorously. She was also pushing her ass front, helping me in my action.
My mouth was on her neck, kissing and biting gently. She just moaned once and said, “Joraagi kachbedi, mark bilathe.” (Don’t bite hard, there will be a mark.) I knew it would be a problem. So I stopped biting her neck, brought my mouth to her lips, and started kissing her.
Her lips are very thick, and I thoroughly enjoyed kissing her. I increased my speed and told her I was about to cum. She also started pushing her ass and said, “Nandu ayithu.” (Mine is also done). She let out a loud moan and held me tightly with both her hands.
I also finished and cum. I filled her pussy with my juices. We just stood hugging each other. Then I removed my dick and kissed her on her cheeks. I went and sat on the couch. She slowly pulled her panties and wore them. She then pulled up her chudi bottom and tied the knot.
She adjusted her bra, let her kameez down, and came and sat next to me. She put her head on my lap and said, “Thappu maadidva? Yaarigu hellalla alwa.” (We did something wrong. I hope you will not tell anyone.)
I said I wouldn’t tell anyone. She got up and went to the kitchen. She drank some water, brought the bottle and gave it to me, too. She prepared tea once more, and we both drank.
I asked her if it was OK as I had filled her pussy with my juices. She said, “Parvaagilla, yenu aagalla.” (It’s OK, nothing will happen) I spent some time with her and left her house.
We have not had sex again. We still continue to hold hands when I go to buy cigarettes. We are very careful about how we behave when I am at her shop.
It was a wonderful moment that I can never forget. I asked her once if we could do it again. She said, “Nodona, yaavaga kaala kudi barathe.” (Let’s see when the time comes.)
So, friends, this is my little secret that I’ve shared with you. If you enjoyed the story, please share your feedback at [email protected]. Sujata was the 6th lady with whom I have shared my body. I should say it was one of the most memorable experiences.