My papa happens to be a middle level management official at a government run
industry in the state of Tamil Nadu. Although, he is based in Chennai , we, i.e
myself and my mother, stays at our ancestral house at Ranippettai, some112Km
from Chennai. Although,Papa stays at a rented accommodation in Chennai, he keeps
on shuttling between Chennai and Ranipettai, at regular intervals. He has failed
to come to Ranipettai for sometime now, mainly because some business promotion
group has come from Denmark to promote their products(some milk products) and to
produce the same in India in collaboration with the state run industry in Tamil
Therefore, I decide to give Papa a surprise and leaves for Chennai. He has been
greatly surprised to see me at his Office. After having assured that nothing to
worry about at the home front at Ranipettai, i ask him when shall he be able to
make it to the home.Papa tells me that the team has left for Delhi, barring Mr.
Olaffson, a 56 yr. old man , who has preferred to stay back at Chennai. He
intends to study the markets in India, starting with the state of Tamil Nadu.
Mr. Olaffson has preferred home hospitality in view of better interaction with
the people of the state. Responsibility has been given to Papa to fix out his
tour programme and make necessary arrangements for his comfortable stay. Some
five places have been selected, starting with Ranipettai. Papa decides, on
seeing me, that Mr. Olaffson shall make it to the rented accommodation in
Chennai for the night with us and shall leave with me next morning for
However, next morning on the prompting of Mr. Olaffson it has been decided that
Papa shall also accompany us to Ranipettai. However, he pleads with Mr. Olaffson
to delay the tour by a day and all three shall leave for Ranipettai next
morning, for he has some pending work to wind up by the day. Papa asks me to
take care of Mr. Olaffson and leaves for his office. And the event starts here.
Mr. Olaffson , is a senior man with a big personality. After Papa has left for
the office at 8 A.M, i call on Mr. Olaffson to the breakfast table. At the
breakfast table, we interact on many issues. He is very focused on the job on
hand and perhaps therefore enquires on many things unique to the local people.
After breakfast, he goes back to his room perhaps to work on some papers
relating to his job.
However, having thought that it may be disrespectful not to give him company as
he being our guest, i decides to go to his room and talk. He has been doing some
work on the paper. On seeing me, he again starts interacting that may , perhaps,
come to his help during the coming days. As the interaction rolls on, at certain
point of time a comparison comes on his milk product versus mothers milk.And
slowly and slowly it moves into the breasts of the indian women. And further
down on the size of the breasts . Actually, such discussions are very
uncomfortable for any woman, let alone for a nineteen year old virgin. But
having thought that to stop talking on the issue may insult Mr. Olaffson, i
decide to carry on discussing without letting him understand my discomfort. It
results in the discussion seeping down to a further level on the sexual behavior
of the Indian Women.
I can slowly feel the heat generating from my body as a result of the
discussion. But , i still persist on. And, inevitably at a certain point of time
, the discussion centers around my person. " Kamini, you mean to say that you
are still a virgin, i just can't believe it" Mr. Olaffson speaks. "In Denmark,
hardly can the girls be found virgin at your age" "Did you not desire, or did
you not get one" asks Mr. Olaffson. Now, hardly can i able to speak. I say that
men , here in Tamil Nadu are very conservative. "Cut the crap, men are all the
same anywhere in the world" thunders Olaffson. He goes on speaking on how men
casts their first look at the Boobs of a Woman to measures their sexiness.
Suddenly, he asks, "Kamini, what is the size of your boobs?" I am thunderstruck.
Still replies " 36DD". He exclaims "36DD!! Do you wear a Bra? Otherwise, it is
bound to sag."
Now, all such comments and questions and exclamations has left me nowhere. By
then , my body temperature has started to rise and slowly i have been feeling
that i am being seduced. May be right, may be wrong. I replied that my boobs
shall not sag even if i am without the Bra. "I don't believe" Olaffson again
thunders. I can only mutter in husky voice "but it is true..you have to believe
my words..otherwise, i don't know any other way to make you believe". "Why..you
can be easily without your bra inside your dress..i don't think it to be a very
difficult proposition." replies Olaffson. The long interaction and proposal,
perhaps, have started taking seducing effect on my body and mind. I slowly walks
to the next room and unhooks my long chemise from the front.
I remove the chemise from the top and holds it with my right hand at the waist,
while with the left unhooks my bra from the front. The boobs are released. You
can easily understand that after such explicit talks on Sex it is but natural
for my nipples to go taut and chirpy. The thick, dark black nipples on the black
areola, which is looking more fluffy due the heat of the discussion, are now
sprouting out as if in revolt against captivity inside the bra. Not to go
absolutely naked inside the chemise, i prefer to take on the black blouse, which
i have worn with my Sari, while coming from Ranipettai. The black blouse in silk
is fine enough to reveal my skin from underneath, while the nipples are sticking
out of it to make their presence felt. " You are true Kamini...your boobs are
not sagging even without your bra" Olaffson speaks as i enter the room with my
chemise on. I have been feeling so ashamed that a man is looking at my boobs and
commenting, while i am consenting to all his requests. Sub-consciously, i ask
myself, then , whether such complicity to request have had been possible, if
Olaff may not have been a foreigner.
While in such wonderment, suddenly i hear Olaff calling on me "
Kamini....Kamini....are you listening".
" I am so sorry, Sir..i didn't hear you." Kamini replies.
" I am telling that a black lining can be seen underneath your chemise....i hope
you are completely naked on your boobs" Olaff asks.
Hesitatitngly, Kamini replies " No Sir....actually a light blouse...anyway that
doesn't make any difference." "No kamini that is bad..." so saying Olaff gets
off from the edge of the bed and holds me by hand and makes me sit on the edge
of the bed where he has been sitting.
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