Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Oh, maa, oh, maa, oh, maa, ohhhh, uhhh, ohhhh, uhhh, yes, uhhhh, yes, fuck me... that's it... yes... Uhhhhohhhhh, Ohhh uhhh, yes... Ohh, fuck, yes,Ohhhhh!" she gasped.

"Ouuuhhhh, uhh, Ohhuhhahhhh, uhhh, yes, fuck me bitch, you rich whore, how do you feel? Yes, Uhhh, Ahhhh!" he grunted in response.

Ashmita soared up the curve of a gigantic climax and, hitting the peak, crashed over into a series of back-to-back orgasms, moaning and shuddering and gasping, her long neck steeply arched, the breath driven from her throat as he rammed in deeper, harder, and faster. Muthu paused as her cunt convulsed on his submerged penis and pushed her down onto her front, her buttocks thrust up high at him, her face on the side on the sand. He shuffled his legs wide and straddled her hips in a deep squat. Taking a deep breath and holding her by the hips and buttocks pinned under him, he rammed her savagely and without warning. Hard and deep and fast he took her, his cock pistoning furiously in and out of her cunt like a battering ram.

His belly sucked in with the strain and his powerful body corded, the muscles and tendons popping in his sweating torso. His hips hammered violently back and forth, his enormous penis ramming and reaming into her flesh. He gasped loudly in time to his thrusts, slamming into her. He bent forward over her, his arms outstretched on either side of hers, and went even faster, his thick cock glistening and gleaming with her juices as he plundered her frantically convulsing cunt. His penis pounded and sawed in and out of her cunt, rasping over her gorged clitoris.

"Ohhhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Uuuuhhhhh!" she cried loudly with her eyes screwed shut in agonized ecstasy, her lovely mouth torn wide open.

Her body jerked and lurched under his, writhing uncontrollably. Her voice ululated in ecstasy, and he gasped and panted like a bull, his nostrils flared, his eyes wide, scarcely believing the incredible heat that seared his loins.

"Unnnggghhhhh, Ohhhhhhh ... Uhhhhh, Yes... Ahhhhhh!" he gasped.

She came again and again and again, it was a multi-orgasm and he could hold back no more. With a deep growl, he thrust savagely into her several times and finally yielded, gasping as his searing cum splattered in a copious flood into her greedy cunt. Ashmita collapsed, sobbing and gasping, her body trembling with excitement. He had been far better than she had dared hope. The coconut vendor was gasping too, his head bowed, his hands sliding up her body gently to cup her sandy breasts. She shivered at his touch. His cock dwindled and slowly, he slid out of her. He sat with his legs folded under her, his chest heaving, gasping, and panting. Slowly, she turned around on her back and smiled up at him. He began to rise when she stopped him.

"Hey," she said softly, her hand on his cock. "Where are you going?"

A grin split his face. She curled an arm around his head and drew his mouth to her and kissed him deeply, her tongue roving in his mouth. Her breasts flattened against his chest and her hand was busy between his legs, deftly arousing him. She slithered down till her face was between his legs and he moaned as she took his cock in her mouth and began to arouse him again. Muthu was a young man of 23 years and quite energetic so immediately he had a hard one.

"We shouldn't fuck openly here. Let us go to that place in the garden which is surrounded by flower plants and bushes where nobody could see us, "suggested Ashmita.

They fucked two times more and they stopped briefly in between. She sucked him and had him tongue-fuck her cunt. They made sixty-nine position and then she rolled over and took him between her legs and thrashed and heaved under him, kissing him hungrily, her hips jerking with his, flying from one orgasm to another.

"Now, put on your dress as my husband may come anytime and let us go to open space so that anybody could guess I am buying coconut. In the meantime, slice off another coconut for me, "said Ashmita.

The cool liquid of coconut soothed her after a random fucking of three times by Muthu. While sipping the coconut water, Ashmita recalled the discussion her husband had with her in the morning. Bhashkar had hired a steamer (The houseboat having a small room containing a couch with a toilet facility for the honeymoon couple to spend a night amid the sea) near Gateway of India for the next day for spending a night in the sea. But Ashmita politely refused and insisted Bhashkar spend the night with Arpita in the sea.

"Muthu, are you really a Muslim?" all of a sudden Ashmita asked.

"No, Madam, I am a Hindu. But what makes you ask so?" he asked with a surprising tone.

"Just asked," Ashmita smiled.

The poor Coconut vendor was a simple guy but not a fool and he understood immediately the implication of her question, he smiled and said, "Madam, I follow your query. You doubt due to my circumcision. In fact, my parents did it to me during my childhood due to some skin disease on the head when I was only 3 years old."

To tease him, Ashmita said, "But it has a positive side which I have seen and tasted myself. You can withstand quite a longer time than an ordinary man."

"Much more time than your husband?"Muthu asked.

"Obviously, which is rare," Ashmita smiled.

To change the topic of discussion, Ashmita said, "Muthu, I want to explore real Mumbai. I want to see all the important places in Mumbai. I want to hire a taxi. Do you have any known, friendly, and reliable Taxi driver with whom I could deal and travel easily?"

Muthu stared at her intently then laughed loudly, "By Taxi! Madam, it would take days to cover Mumbai by taxi. Perhaps, you have no idea about the traffic condition of Mumbai. In every 5.K.M.your taxi will halt for not less than half an hour. In this process just assume, how many places you could cover in a day? If you want to travel to Mumbai, what I suggest, you should always take an Auto-Rickshaw which could take you through the narrow streets, lanes, and alleys avoiding the heavy jammed traffic of the main road. You can cover a lot of places in a day."

"But, I have never traveled in Auto-Rickshaw ever in my life," replied Ashmita.

"Ohh, I understand. You are a rich lady and always travel by car only. You may feel discomfort, "exclaimed Muthu.

"No, Muthu, which is not the reason. I could travel by Auto-Rickshaw, that's not a big problem but..." she paused for a while, "My husband has so many rich friends who are big people here. If ever anybody comes to know about my traveling alone in an Auto-Rickshaw including my husband then so many questions will be raised and the image of my husband will be tarnished. I am afraid of that only."

"You are right Madam. Because you are so fair and smooth as white as marble and your personality will reveal itself that you are a rich and educated lady belonging to a high-class Aristocratic society and people will definitely stare at you sitting alone in an Auto-Rickshaw. People will doubt and disbelief a beautiful lady traveling alone with a driver of Auto-Rickshaw," explained Muthu.

Then further he said, "Madam, I could sort out this problem easily and no one will know about your traveling. I have a friend named Arjun, who is a driver of Auto-Rickshaw, staying in the nearby area where I am staying. He is a very simple, honest, and reliable person which not only I can vouch but also swear in the name of God."

Ashmita looked towards him and thought that the minds of these poor people were never corrupted like her society. At least they were honest and would not tell lies. She asked, "Muthu, where do you live?"

"Madam, in a slum at Nala Sopara, near the sea," replied Muthu.

"And what's about your this friend, driver of the Auto-Rickshaw?"Ashmita further asked.

"Madam, in the same slum where I live," Muthu continued his previous half-finished discussion, "Then another solution of your problem is that you will travel alone in Rickshaw in disguise so that nobody could see your face nor anybody could recognize you."

"How?" asked Ashmita.

"I have a Muslim friend and I could arrange a neat and clean, properly washed Burqa (The burqa is a full-body veil of a Muslim woman) of his wife for you. You will be in disguise of a Muslim woman covering your entire body and face in Burqa," explained Muthu.

Ashmita thought for a moment and said, "Waaaoooo! It's a nice idea."

"Then Madam, when do you propose to have a round of Mumbai city?" asked Muthu.

"Tell your friend to turn up here tomorrow morning sharply by 8.30 A.M.," instructed Ashmita.

"OK, Madam, I will also send the Burqa through him," said Muthu.

"One important thing," she stared at him intently in his eyes with a stern voice, "Don't tell and reveal your friend or to anybody what had happened between you and me just a few moments before."

"Madam, we may be poor people and slum dwellers but we are honest at our heart. I swear in the name of God, please be rest assured that this secrecy will remain only between you and me and it will never go outside," said Muthu with a confirmed and strong voice.

"Thank you, Muthu," Ashmita smiled, embraced him tightly, and kissed him on his lips.

"Madam, when should I visit again?" asked Muthu.

"Day after tomorrow, in afternoon," smiled Ashmita and strolled her way towards the cabin.

The next day morning, Ashmita woke up from her sleep with the rustling sound of clothes and the fragrance of Body spray which hit her nostrils. She opened her eyes and found her husband Bhashkar and her daughter Arpita dressing up. Bhashkar had dyed his hair into black, wearing a pair of nice deep blue trousers with white strips shirt, looking quite young and smart.

She glanced towards her daughter Arpita who wore blue jeans with a white T-shirt. Ashmita looked at the wall clock, it was 7.00 A.M. On seeing her wake up, Arpita said, "Good morning Mom."

Bhashkar said, "Good morning dear. Sorry! We didn't mean to wake you up so early but we have to leave early."

"What's your program today?" asked Ashmita.

"We will spend the whole day at Madh Island today. We will not return here tonight. From Madh Island we will proceed to Gateway of India, we will get into a hired boat which will anchor a few distances from Gateway of India in the sea, not in the deep sea but you can enjoy that you are in the sea. We will dine and take drinks inside the boat then the whole night I will fuck your daughter with the swinging of waves of the sea," smiled Bhashkar.

Then he further asked, "Ashmita, what's your program today? How will you spend your day in absence of us?"

"Nothing, I will read some book in the garden area, and then in the evening, I will sit beside the waves of the sea and will enjoy," Ashmita smiled.

Then they heard the sound of stopping the engine of a car near the entrance of the gate. Arpita and Bhashkar both kissed Ashmita on her cheeks. Ashmita waved her hand towards them, "Bye, wish you both a happy day. Enjoy yourselves."

She heard the sound of the car leaving. Leisurely, she woke up. The time was 8.00.A.M. She was in the bathroom and had almost finished her bathing when she heard the creak of the opening of the entrance gate and she assumed somebody had entered the premises. Then Ashmita heard the calling bell of the house.

Hurriedly, she covered herself with a long white towel from her chest to her knee cap and said in a loud voice, "Wait, coming."

Before opening the entrance of the door of the house, again she asked in a loud voice, "Who is it?"

"I am the driver of the Auto-Rickshaw sent by Muthu," she heard the male voice.

"OK, Come above," she said and heard the heavy footsteps climbing on the staircase by the side of the sundeck.

Ashmita opened the door and saw a tall black handsome young man, who must be around 25 years. He was in a Khaki uniform (Brown uniform) with a metal badge tugging in his chest with some numbers inscribed on it. He was carrying a polythene bag.

With a smiling face, showing his white glistening teeth he greeted her, "Good morning Madam!"

"You must be Arjun sent by Muthu!" asked Ashmita.

"Yes, Madam," he replied softly.

"Sorry! I was taking bath," her rosy pouted lips opened with a smile showing the white glistening teeth line.

Her lips were so close to him that he could not only feel her smile but also the essence of her body as her entire body was emitting a sweet fragrance, maybe she had just used some imported shampoo or soap.

Arjun's eyes were wide open; he had never seen such a beautiful woman ever in his life face to face and from so close. This beautiful woman was straight from a Hindi movie. The scene he was witnessing was an extract from a Bollywood film scene of a heroine clad in a towel only. It was the first time a poor man was watching a beautiful lady from so close that Arjun did not spare a single second to scan her entire body.

Arjun watched this stunningly beautiful woman. She had appeared before him with a white towel wrapped around her body, tucked in at her chest, another towel wrapped around her head like a turban. She had the face of an angel, the body of a temptress. Ashmita was very attractive in a molten, earthily sensual way. Her face was a perfect oval, her nose was straight if a trifle broad, her mouth was full and wide with sensual lips, which were luscious and pouting lips, her teeth were white and even teeth and lovely large eyes. Her neck was long and slender and led smoothly, past the delicately sexy hollows in her throat and shoulders.

She had no time to dry off her body because of the sudden arrival of him he thought as he could see the small drops of water glistening on her cheeks, shoulders, and just above her chest like pearls. Her hand was wet with glistening drops of water. Arjun could see her swelling breasts above the thin towel. He knew well that she had just come out from the bathroom and had no bra beneath the towel. He could see the outlines and shapes of her breasts which were full, heavy with pear-shaped, upward-pointing but little sloping breasts, ripe and succulent mounds tipped with long nipples.

Above the towel, Arjun could see her hips flared neatly beneath and her buttocks were firmly rounded. The towel was clung tightly to her round butt, and her arms and legs were slender and shapely with slim ankles, wrists, elegant hands, and feet. Her skin was smooth and clear, the color of golden honey, beautifully offset by the fine gold chains and a mangal sutra that crinkled around her neck, her delicate earrings, her gold bangles along with red-colored glass bangles creating a sweet jingling sound around the atmosphere and finely wrought gold-and-diamond finger-rings in her fingers. She was of medium height of 5'5". Her skin was smooth and firm and creamy and clear, utterly flawless.

Arjun was fully mesmerized when he heard a sweet voice of her, "Arjun comes inside."

Her breasts swung and jiggled as she ushered him into the house. When she walked, her sweet butt swung. Arjun enjoyed watching her. With a nervous and fumbling voice, he said, "Yes, Yeeesss, Sure Madam."

Arjun handed her the polythene packet and said, "Madam, this is the Burqa sent by Muthu."

She took the packet, smiled with thanks. Then she turned towards him and indicated a sofa and said, "Arjun, why don't you sit!"

"Thank you, Madam. I am fine with standing," he said with a hesitating tone.

Ashmita could easily understand his inferior complexity being a poor man from a slum. She thought really these people were so simple and shy in their hearts. To make him more comfortable in her presence, she said, "See, Arjun, now there should not be any formalities between you and me because henceforth I will be in your company as I will be moving along with you whole day in your Auto-Rickshaw. If you hesitate to even sit in my house in presence of me then how could we get along well throughout the day? Let me clear about a certain thing, I don't believe in any class distinction of Poor and Rich, you may be a mere driver of an Auto-Rickshaw and I a rich lady but believe me, I don't distinguish any difference between you and me as we all are human beings, equal with each other."

Arjun was moved by her speech and he thought how such a rich lady could be so simple and gentle. She had no proudness, no rudeness, and no arrogance to display, My God! She was an Angel, Muthu was right about such a gentle lady but he couldn't take his eyes off her sensual and voluptuous body.

Ultimately, Arjun sat on the sofa. In the meantime, Ashmita had gently squeezed out the moisture and little left out water from her hair through the towel and the water was no longer dripping wet out of her hair and she had removed her turban of towel from her head. While doing so, she raised her two hands above her head. Arjun could see a patch of dense black hair under her two slender armpits in contrast to her white hands. Arjun imagined she must have dense pubic hair too. He wished to sniff her armpit hairs and wanted to lick those. Ashmita also sat in front of him with one leg crossed over the other at the knee carefully tugged the towel between her legs so that it would not be parted away to expose her skin.

Arjun could now see her smooth marble-like white legs from her feet to above her knees, she had very thick and fleshy thighs which were clearly visible above the towel as her legs were crossed. Then again he looked above her face which had turned into something unique and beautiful after removing the towel from her head. Her long wet hair hung down her back. God, the woman was going to kill him. Her wet hair dangled across her shoulder blades. Her hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. Her hair was dark, silky, and shoulder-length that hung just below her shoulders. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck. Some of the hair was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes and she was dragging her hair across her eyes and lifting the hair off the back of her neck. A damp streak of hair lay like a dash of thin black paint across her cheek. He bit his lower lip in tension and flung his head back, his face contorted in a rictus of lust. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn't going to, he knew.

Over her left shoulder, through the open window, he could see white-tipped waves rolling onto the beach about 150 meters from where they sat. He thought how lucky these rich persons were, staying near the seashore.

Then he heard her sweet voice, "Arjun, you are perspiring heavy. I can see your shirt is completely drenched due to sweating. Why don't you remove your shirt? Let me run the AC."

"It's OK, Madam," he said.

"It's not OK. I can see, you are bathing in sweat. Don't feel shy before me," she insisted and got up from the sofa to run the AC.

Arjun could see the movements of her buttocks which were swaying rhythmically. He felt a stir in his cock. He removed his shirt and now he was with his Ganji (A male vest which is a piece of underwear that is worn to keep the top part of the body warm). Then he felt the cool air of the AC. In the meantime, Arjun glanced around the whole area. It was a living hall as well as a dining hall, the entire area was covered with soft carpet, well furnished with expensive furniture including the soft velvety sofa where he was sitting. Just near, there was a big mirror fitted with a drawer and a small cushioned stool. Then there was a beautiful dining table made of transparent glass in the frame of an expensive wood frame which was black along with four dinings cushioned chairs.

Just a few feet away, he could see the kitchen and on his backside, he could see a big bedroom which was partially opened. Through the partially opened door, he could see a big and wide luxurious couch. It was a luxurious house and a poor man like him could only dream of it. Then he glanced toward the front wall where he was sitting, he could see a big oil painting of a naked girl bathing in the river was hung.

The oil paint was so live that her two breasts with areolas and nipples were prominently visible along with her wide buttocks. He had never seen such loveliest paint ever in his life and he was so attracted towards the paint that he was merged in the paint imagining Ashmita in it. In the meantime, Ashmita came and sat in front of him, saw him merge in the painting, and smiled at him for his attraction towards the oil paint. When Arjun's eyes met her smiling face, he felt very shy as if his theft was caught, and he looked towards the floor.

Then he noticed, now, she was sitting with her legs wide open on the sofa. To his good luck and unknown to her, a part of the towel in the middle portion was slid partially on her right leg and he could see the white flash of her thigh up to her crotch area. My God! He could see the dense patch of black pubic hair just above the joint area of her right thigh, his heart started beating and he was trying frantically to control the stir of his cock. He was right in his assumption when he had seen her dense hair under her arms. This woman was hairy. Arjun always liked hairy women. He tried to divert his attention and looked towards the window else he would be caught by her.

Ashmita all of a sudden felt cool AC air inside her leg, she was startled to find the towel slid near her right leg and immediately she covered it after pulling and adjusting the towel, then she looked towards Arjun. Thank God, he had not seen her exposure. Ashmita stared at the half-naked body of his upper portion. He was a good-looking young man, 5'8'' feet tall, with broad shoulders and a superb body. He had a narrow waist, a sharply tapering V-shaped torso with high, lean hips, and taut buttocks. His arms and legs were long and strong with thick muscle, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His belly was hard and flat as a washboard, his chest deep and muscular, and well-cleaved, crisscrossed by thick veins.

His torso was completely hairless and he had thick hairs on his armpits, Ashmita always liked the armpit hairs of a male person and particularly the odor emitting from there. His back was strong and supple, curving deeply to the spine. His neck was thick with strength. His face was aquiline, handsome in the classical mold although he was black like nigger. He had a strong, slightly hooked nose, deep-set eyes, a clear brow, and his hair was short and curly and swept back. His jaw was hard and lean and square, with a sexy cleft in his strong chin. The face was clean-shaven, the teeth strong and even, the mouth wide and slim. Already well-muscled, his body had developed further over time, with hard labor. But the last but not least, his personality had a simple and innocent guy.

Arjun could feel her gaze upon him, intently staring at him, her eyes rested on the lower part of his face as if she were lip-reading, and after a moment of reflection (her amatory comprehension was matchless), she turned and rapidly swaying on slender hand to swipe the streak of hairs from her forehead.

She turned, tilting her head as she looked at him. "By the way, what's your full name? Where do you live?" she asked smiling.

"Madam, my full name is Arjun Naik. I am a Marathi (People from Maharashtra state). I live in the slum area of Nala Sopara. I have shared a room with another of my friend who is a Manual laborer involved in building and road construction works. His name is Bhiku," he replied.

"Nice!" she exclaimed and further asked, "So, Arjun, are you married?"

Ashmita could see he was blushed with shyness and softly replied, "No, Madam, I am still a bachelor."

"Madam, may I know what prompted you to travel in an Auto-Rickshaw instead of a luxurious car? You are a rich and modern lady and I doubt you could sit in an auto-rickshaw which is not at all comfortable for you!" said Arjun.

"Arjun, you see I am a different kind of lady. I like to explore the real Mumbai in a way like a common people," replied Ashmita with a smile.

Arjun further said, "The real advantage of an Auto-rickshaw in a big metro like Mumbai is that you can move swiftly anywhere avoiding the heavy jammed traffic of the main road and you can reach any place through short-cut routes."

"Arjun, I always like poor people and I am more sympathetic towards them. Whenever I get an opportunity, I donate a lot and do charity for poor people because you poor people are honest and full of simplicity and innocence," she said.

"Thank you for your feelings towards us. It seems you are much more sympathetic towards poor people like us. I again thank you for your kindness and generosity towards the poor," Arjun said in an obliged tone.

Now, Arjun was feeling easy to converse with her as she was very open and friendly with him. He was feeling very soothing, comfortable, and relaxed after conversing with her. He cursed himself for peeping her body, who was so kind and sympathetic, a generous lady.

Then he heard her voice, "Even, I would like to visit your place where you live."

Arjun laughed and said, "No, Madam, you cannot. Perhaps, you have no idea; we are living in the dirtiest place of the world."

"What do you think? I cannot visit your place!" she said in a surprising voice.

"No, Madam. I live in a slum area built over the main drain which is the outlet of sewerages to the sea. I am sharing a room with my friend Bhikhu. As you know that all slums of Mumbai are located in undesirable areas in and around the city, such as wastelands or marshy areas adjacent to railway tracks. But luckily, I am living in a slum near the sea but I have to bear the stench smell of the drain. You cannot call it a room; it is just a shelter for two human beings. All dwellings of my slum are moreover the same and alike having the same features. The single-room unit is generally eight by eight feet in dimension, with a floor-to-ceiling height of nine feet in cramped conditions starting from tent dwellings to mud and thatched structures. The houses are commonly made of tin or mud structures, so residents can find them too hot in summer, freezing in winter, and open to the rain during the monsoon season. These are the small space enclosed on two sides by gunny sacks or old sarees (women's attire), and covered on top by sackcloth, old sheets of plastics, or occasionally, tarpaulin, and held up by a couple of wooden rods. Of course, I have a big hut comparison to other slum dwellers. There are no civic amenities.

People go for defecation near the sea beach. Thank God, the Govt. has provided one water tap which provides drinking water to all slum dwellers. We also utilize some water from it for our bathing in open," he explained everything in detail.

Then Arjun watched her teary eyes. She was so moved by his facts that tears were rolling down from her eyes. Arjun could feel how much emotion she was? Ashmita also felt that this simple person was explaining everything to her queries from his heart, telling the truth without hesitation. She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Sorry, Madam! I didn't mean to hurt you. But this is the real story of us," he said in a soft voice as he was also too emotional.

"It's OK, but now, I am determined to visit your slum anyhow," she said in a strong accent.

Then she asked again, "Arjun, what's your daily routine life?"

"Madam, in the morning by 8.00 A.M., I leave the slum along with Bhiku and I drop him on the way. Then I pick up passengers on the way and head towards all beach areas where you could find plenty of passengers. By evening, I reach the owner of the Auto Rickshaw and pay him his fixed percentage of money for hiring the Rickshaw, and then I come back to the slum where Bhiku would be waiting for me. We both would prepare some chapatti (A thin pancake of unleavened wholemeal bread cooked on a griddle in Indian cooking) or Rice along with some. Sabzi (Cooked vegetables) on coal oven. Sometimes on holidays, we would prepare fish and chicken. Then before dinner, both will take the country-made wine which is cheap in price. After dinner, we don't feel when sleep overtakes us and a day is over," explained Arjun.

Ashmita changed the topic and said conversationally, "You know, I like sea beach, as I am a lover of nature, but here in the Juhu beach, it is a crowded beach, there is no privacy. I want to visit a calm, quiet and lonely beach where I could enjoy the lonely night, moon in the sky, natural scenery of moonlit night, the chill wind from the sea, no disturbance and intervention from anybody. I want to spend a night there."

"Yes madam, this type of atmosphere you could find only at Kalamb Beach, which is nearer to the slum where I am staying. But, I regret to inform you that there are no hotels there. You can visit there only during the daytime," Arjun said.

"Then I will stay in your hut one night," she smiled.

"Madam, why are you making fun of me?" he also smiled.

"Well, we are getting late. I am going to go grab some breakfast. You want me to bring something for you," said Ashmita.

"No, thanks Madam, I have had my breakfast," said Arjun humbly.

"What did you have in your breakfast?" asked Ashmita.

"Dosa and Idli (Common breakfast items in the Indian subcontinent), Madam," he smiled.

"Then, you can have a cup of coffee," Ashmita smiled.

"No, thanks, Madam," he replied.

"Please, don't feel shy otherwise how could I move with you?" she insisted.

"OK, Madam, only a cup of coffee, "as he couldn't deny this gentle lady.

Then Ashmita saw him as if he was hesitating something.

"Any problem, Arjun?" she asked.

"Actually, Madam, I wanted to go to the bathroom," he fumbled.

"Is it a big problem? Go this way, you will find the bathroom," she said.

She let go then but kept looking at him, taking step after step backward towards the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows finally and smiled, and he believed the smile. "Yes, Arjun that way, Right," she guided him as she watched him entering the bathroom.

Arjun strolled toward the bathroom and entered inside. He stopped when his toes brushed the filmy yellow materials puddle on the floor. Her discarded bra and thong panties were lying on the floor, most probably she had forgotten to hang them due to hurriedness. Without thinking twice, he bent down and grabbed the soft thong panties and bra she had worn. First, he sniffed the inside of two cups of the bra and inhaled the essence of her breasts and nipples, and felt it was intoxicating as her sweet body fragrance was emitting from the bra. Then he carefully spread the crotch area of her panties. He was lucky as he saw three thin curly hairs stuck thereon. He took a long inhale as if he wanted to preserve her pussy smell forever in his mind. He picked out a small piece of paper from his pocket, kept the three hairs carefully inside the paper and folded the paper, and kept it in his pants pocket. Then he started licking the crotch area of her panties as if he was licking her pussy. Her sensual scent teased his senses, and his body responded with an instant hardening. After breathing in one last, deep lungful, he let the fabric slide out of his grasp. He came out from the bathroom.

When Arjun sat on the sofa after returning from the bathroom, he saw her movement in the kitchen. He could smell the preparation of Omelette. After 10 minutes, she emerged from the kitchen room, holding a tray containing slices of bread,4 pieces of cut apple, a thick cake of Omelette, a small honey bottle along with a honey-stained knife, and a coffee cup in her hand still white towel encasing her body. She had her hairs pulled back which were now dry, and water didn't drip down her back and onto the floor. She placed the tray on the dining table and handed the cup of coffee to Arjun, the cup was filled to the brim. She made another cup of coffee for herself, while it brewed; she walked over near to him and smiled, "How is the coffee?"

While sipping the coffee, Arjun also smiled and replied, "Wonderful! So tasty, I have never tasted in my life."

With a smile, she started taking her breakfast. After finishing her breakfast, she sat near the big mirror on the small cushioned stool. Arjun watched her from close as she brushed out her hair and began to blow it dry, working on her hair; she lowered the blower without shutting it off. She shut off the hair blower, brushed her hair again. When she was satisfied, she reached into the drawer of the mirror and brought out a kind of tube, she squeezed the tube and applied the pink contents throughout her face. After a second, Arjun could see her face radiant like a morning sun. Then Ashmita took out the tube of suntan lotion from the drawer, squeezed some onto her fingers, and started rubbing her entire hands and legs.

Then she turned her face towards Arjun and asked," What's your program? What are the places, we are going to visit today?"

"First, we will visit Haji Ali Dargah, then from there we will go near to Gateway of India, there we will visit first Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya (Museum). Then we will spend some time in front of Hotel Taj Palace, and then we will spend some time at Gateway of India. Then from Gateway of India, we will visit Elephanta caves by sea by ferry boat. After returning from there, we will return through the marine drive," explained Arjun.

"Fine, excellent program," she appreciated and put on her mascara and blush and finished with pale rosy lipstick.

She then put on a line of Kajal (kohl) in both of her lovely large eyes through Kajal pencil. Then she put on Sindoor (vermilion) on her parted hair of the head and her forehead. Then she took out the body perfume from the drawer. She sprayed the perfume below her neck and slightly on her hands and legs. She raised her hands and Arjun had another opportunity to witness her patch of black hairs under her armpits. She targeted the spray onto her armpit hairs and sprayed the perfume. The sweet fragrance of the perfume pervaded the entire hall.

Then she again reached into the drawer and brought out a pair of Wayfarer sunglasses and turned her face towards him and said, "Arjun, come near to me."

Being mesmerized, he got up and stood near her. He could inhale the scent of a woman from so close and Arjun felt slowly he was getting intoxicated which was more powerful than his cheap wine.

He came back to his senses when he heard her sweet voice, "This one is imported one belonging to my husband and nowadays, he does not wear them. So you put them on,"

Arjun fumbled and hesitated to accept but it was a command from the lady which he could not refuse and he was speechless. Ultimately, he accepted.

"Well...," she gave him a wild-eyed look, "I will just get dressed now. Then we will move."

Arjun returned to the sofa as Ashmita moved towards the bedroom. All of a sudden, he was startled to find the reflection of her in the big mirror. He could see her moving inside the bedroom on the reflection of the mirror. Ashmita walked through her unlocked bedroom door, tiptoed to her bedroom, and pushed the doors from inside in a careless manner but didn't care to see whether the doors were properly closed or not. The doors were closed partially and there was a wide gap between the two doors. With his throbbing heart, Arjun could see clearly the reflection of the room on the mirror as the room had become brightened due to a powerful electric bulb. She opened the packet given by Muthu and picked out the black Burqa. Arjun could see clearly in the reflection of the mirror, she peeled the towel away from her body and threw it on the bed and now, she was completely naked unaware of the fact that Arjun was watching her naked body a few feet away from her through the reflection of the mirror.

My God! Her entire white body was glistening and glazing as if to blind his eyes. He could see clearly her two big and heavy breasts swaying. Her breasts were full and ripe, with long, hard nipples in puckered areoles, and her belly was firm and flat and her waist was nipped inwards.. Sweat streamed off her body. Then Arjun lowered his gaze between her legs. She had a triangle patch of dense black hair between her legs which had hidden her pussy. Then she moved towards the closet, her back towards the door. Arjun could see her wide swaying buttocks. She picked out a pair of black-colored lace bra and thong panties and wore those. Then she put on the Burqa and came outside. Arjun was sitting on the sofa like an innocent boy.

Ashmita came and stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself, and was surprised to find herself like an ordinary Muslim woman. Her entire body and face were covered in this one-piece cloth, from head to ankles, which resembled a kaftan dress. She had a mesh screen over her eyes through which she could see outside clearly and could breathe easily. The dress was loose, there was an opening above the chest with 4 buttons, she felt comfortable as she could walk easily. The entire dress was in black, she was satisfied and smiled inside the veil, she was a lady in black.

"Arjun, let us move," she said.

With a surprising face, Arjun said, "My God! Nobody on this earth even your husband could recognize you."

But he regretted the fact that her beauty was hidden under the veil but he could feel the existence of her beauty. The time was 10.00 A.M. Once outside, Ashmita could see the real traffic of Mumbai and at the same time, she could feel a strange thrill by sitting inside an Auto-Rickshaw. It was smooth on the main road except for a ruckus mechanical sound coming from it and its vibration causing her body irritation. But she was enjoying the ride. To reach the destination early, Arjun was driving it through the narrow streets and alleys where the road conditions were not good causing the Rickshaw to jump and jerk. Due to this Ashmita's body was also jerking.

Arjun understood her situation and said, "Madam, please hold the iron bar in front of you tightly."

Both were silent except the sound of the Rickshaw and the sound of blowing horns of passer-by vehicles.

To pass the time, Ashmita asked, "Arjun, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No, Madam, which unfortunate girl would prefer to love a poor man?" he smiled.

"Now, don't tell me a lie. At this age, you cannot deny that you are spending your time alone and not seeing any girl! Don't you bring girls to your hut?" asked Ashmita.

"Madam, I must be honest with you because you are so friendly and kind-hearted and I cannot tell you a lie. Yes, sometimes, I take girls and women to my hurt and sleep with them," he said without hesitation.

"Are they prostitutes?" asked Ashmita.

"No, Madam. Prostitutes in Mumbai are very expensive and it is difficult for a poor man like me to afford them because they demand a lot of prices. So, what do I do! I take those homeless beggar girls and beggar women who sleep by the side of the street at night. They demand less money," replied Arjun.

Ashmita remained silent as they had already reached near the Haji Ali Shrine. Both of them went inside and offered essentials to Pir (Muslim saint). The Haji Ali Dargah was a mosque and dargah or the monument of Pir Haji Ali Shah Bukhari located on an islet off the coast of Worli in southern Mumbai. The islet was linked to the city precinct by a narrow causeway, which was nearly a kilometer. Ashmita was surprised to see the shrine located inside the sea.

Arjun explained to her, "The accessibility to the dargah is dependent on the tides. As the causeway is not bound by railings, when the causeway gets submerged during high tide it becomes inaccessible. Therefore, the dargah is accessible only during low tide. This walk on the causeway, with the sea on both sides, is one of the highlights of a trip to the shrine."

Then they reached near the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya. It was a big museum of historical value. They purchased the entry tickets. They could see nos of tourist buses parked near the museum and there was a huge crowd near the entrance gate as the crowd was making effort for a quick entry inside.​