Vacation with Nandoi ji – Part 1
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Submit Report This story is part of the Vacation with Nandoi ji series Hi friends, how are you all? Life has kept me busy, so I couldn’t share any of my stories. I am here to tell you all about a new incident that happened to me this summer. Hi, this is Nisha from Nashik. I am a 36-year-old housewife. I had a boring life until last year, but then something happened, and it changed my life forever. I am 5’3” tall and weigh 68 kg. I am of Indian standard fair skin, with body measurements 36-34-42. As you may have noticed from my features, I have a large butt. I did not always have a large butt; it only grew in size after my pregnancy. I always thought of my large butt as a bane, but last year it turned out to be my best wingman. A lot of men get seduced after watching me bend, climb stairs, or stride. I also have a bad habit of dragging my legs while walking, which makes my butt sway and swing instead of bounce. This becomes something new for all perverted men, and they stare and stare at my big innocent butt. My husband Shekhar (43) is in the construction business. He has lost interest in sex, and the only thing that excites him now is making money. I don’t even remember the last time we had sex; it’s been months. I was a Pati-vrata until last year, but a legal incident happened in our family, which forced me and my Sasurji to go underground for a week or so. That allowed me to explore my inner horniness, and now I am loving it. I have not stopped loving my husband, but there are a few people who love me more than he does, so I don’t disappoint them. I have mentioned these incidents in my older stories; you guys can check that out. (Id: philosophychild63) This incident happened this May during the summer vacation. My husband’s family is originally from Prayagraj. During one of our family get-togethers at our house (consisted of me, Shekhar, Saasuma, Saasurji, Priyank Jiju [Nandoi, my sister-in-law’s husband], Priya Di [my sister-in-law], and Akku [my sister-in-law’s son]), Amma said, “Listen everyone, Papa and I have decided we all should go to gaon (our native place, Allahabad) this year.” After the coronavirus lockdowns, we did not get a chance to visit our native place. Amma’s suggestion made everyone excited. We all needed a vacation badly. Although I love the weather here in Nashik, I wanted to visit my Nani and Mama’s in Kanpur. (My Nani’s place is in Kanpur) During the discussion, Akku (nephew-in-law) made it clear he would not be able to skip his classes, so he would not be coming. I got upset; I really wanted to have some fun with him in our Aam ka Baug (mango plantations). Also, like always, my buzzkill husband dropped out, pointing out some important meetings and workload. My husband dropping out really bummed me; it meant I would not be going as well, and I would have to stay with my husband. Seeing my upset face, my Saas said, “Shekhar, you don’t want to come, don’t come, but we are taking Bahu.” Shekhar: “Yes, no problem, I will manage. It’s only a few days.” I was so happy after hearing that. So it was decided that I, Monu (my son), Saasuji, Sasurji, Priya Didi, and Priyank Jiju (we call him Pintu Jiju; that’s his pet name) would be coming. We had to leave in a few days, so flight was not an option; flight rates had skyrocketed due to the vacation season. Our only option was Tatkal Train tickets. Shekhar arranged us 3rd AC Tatkal tickets. On the day of our departure, Shekhar and Akku came to see us off, and thus our train journey started. I had no idea what was going to happen on this trip; I never imagined I would find myself a new man-toy. So let me tell you guys something about my Nandoi Priyank Jiju (Pintu Jiju). Pintu Jiju is 5’11” and around 80 kg. He has a lean, muscular body. He exercises every day, is a big fan of yoga, and runs 10 km every Sunday. He works as a Plant Manager in a big MNC in Nashik. He is handsome, smart, and sexy. When I got married and came to this house, he was 33-34 years old. I had a huge crush on him. And for a few years, I even fingered myself thinking about him. He is funny, treats me with respect, and I really like him. We arranged our luggage and got settled in the train. Our only problem was that, since ours was a Tatkal ticket, four seats were close to each other, and two were a bit far. Papaji and Monu were seated at those two seats, and I, Amma, Jiju, and Di were having our fun. Jiju’s jokes were so funny; we women laughed and laughed until we peed our panties. The day went by, and I was enjoying my trip. I didn’t even miss Shekhar; he would have been on calls the whole time. It was good that he did not come. We all had our dinner, and Amma, Papaji, and Monu went to sleep. Me, Di, and Jiju were gossiping about our relatives in Allahabad and laughing and having fun. It was only when the train reached Itarsi that we looked at our watches and realized it was 11:30 pm. Monu, Papaji, and Amma took three out of the four seats, and only one seat remained, which was a lower berth. Since Priya Di had undergone hip dislocation surgery two years ago, she would not be able to climb onto upper berths, so I insisted she take this lower berth. Jiju and I went to our other seats. It was a side upper and a middle seat. Jiju: “Nisha, you take the middle berth. I will take the side upper.” Nisha: “Ok, thanks, Jiju. I was about to tell you that I don’t feel safe on the side-upper seat.” Jiju helped me make my bed, and he went to sleep. I took my blanket and designed it into a pillow. Jiju: “Nisha, don’t you want a blanket? It’s cold.” Nisha: “It’s fine, Jiju. I can sleep without a blanket, but I cannot sleep without a pillow.” Jiju laughed. We went to sleep. It’s always difficult for me to sleep on a train. After a few hours into the night, I got up abruptly.
I am such a sloppy sleeper; my saree had reached above my knees, and my belly was completely uncovered. I opened my eyes. In the darkness of the compartment, a blue night light lit some area of our section, and I could see Jiju. He was not sleeping; he was biting his lips with lust, his eyes were wide open and glued to something, and he was staring somewhere with great passion. Oh my God! I realized with a bittersweet emotion that my gentlemanly, chivalrous, well-mannered Jiju is ogling at my uncovered thighs and butter belly with his lascivious eyes. Oh my my! I immediately felt a fresh itch in my now-moist hairy love-hole. I was enjoying watching him lewdly stare at me, and then I noticed, what the fuck! Is he rubbing himself? Yes, he is. Jiju was under his blanket, but I clearly saw movements near his crotch area. He was rubbing himself gently while staring at my belly button. I was awestruck. Wow! The guy that I had a crush on is rubbing himself while watching my skin show. This went on for a while, and then suddenly someone from the lower berth switched on the light. Our section got fully lit. Before I could close my eyes, Jiju saw me, and our eyes met. It was too late for me to close my eyes or wipe the smile off my face. Pintu Jiju’s face turned pale. There was fear and embarrassment on his face at the same time. I slowly arranged my saree to perfection and closed my eyes. Pintu Jiju turned his face to the other side and went to sleep. In the morning, when I got up, Jiju was not in his seat. I tidied up and went towards our four seats. Monu was still sleeping, and the rest were awake and having tea. But Pintu Jiju was not to be found. Priya Di: “Nisha, go freshen up. We will arrive in a few minutes.” I was washing my face at the wash-basin, and Pintu Jiju came out of the toilet. His expression changed to fear of seeing me. I knew he was afraid of my reaction, so to calm him, I gave him a big smile, and he smiled back. Nisha: “Good morning, Jiju… how did you sleep last night?” His face turned red with awkwardness, and with a small smile, he replied… Jiju: “Good… I slept well. What about you?” Nisha: “Me… I couldn’t sleep. I felt like someone was staring at me in the dark.” Saying this, I went into the bathroom. Our station arrived, and we pulled out our luggage and paid a coolie to carry our luggage to the taxi stand. Our house was nearly 15 km away from the station, so we took a taxi. Since we were six people, we were trying to get a 7-seater, but only small taxis were available. Priya Di: “No problem… we will book this. Papaji, you sit in the front… Pintu, I, and Amma will sit in the rear… Nisha can sit on my lap… and Monu in Amma’s.” After a few kilometers, Amma’s leg got numb, and she started moaning in pain. Priya Di: “Nisha, you shift to the side. Let Monu sit on my lap.” And as God intended, I was on Jiju’s lap. Although I tried not to be on his lap too much, the potholes and speed bumps adjusted me perfectly right on his crotch. I noticed a lecherous smile on Jiju’s face in the rear-view mirror. Halfway into our trip, I felt a movement in my ass. Oh my! Mr. Gentleman was having an erection in my ass. Within seconds, Jiju’s shaft grew bigger, and now it had perfectly placed itself between my plump ass cheeks. I slightly turned my face towards Jiju with a semi-serious look, and our eyes met. But with a lewd smile, he turned his face towards the window and started sightseeing. Just by the feel of Jiju’s cock, I knew it was big and thick. And at that exact moment, I made it in my mind that I am going to enjoy my vacation with this piece of meat in my holes. We reached home, and Sarban Chacha and his wife were standing at the door to receive us. Sarban Chacha and chachi look after our house, fields, and Mango baugs. They have been with our family as servants for many decades. We were tired after the journey, so we all settled in our particular bedrooms, bathed, and came down to the dining table for breakfast. Sarban Chacha and chachi had prepared good desi delicacies. We were all very hungry, and we started gorging on the food like it was our last meal. Everyone was enjoying their breakfast, and I noticed someone had lost his appetite; it was Pintu Jiju. I looked at him. It seemed he was not interested in food. After a moment, he saw me looking at him and started to stare at me. I gestured with my eyes and hands, “What happened?” And he made a sad face with a frown. I gave him a sexy smile, biting my lips, and winked. Pintu Jiju gave me a big smile and started eating. Sarban Chacha: “Damaadji, our motor pump is making a loud noise. Could you please check? Last time, after you repaired it was running smoothly.” Jijiu: “Ok Chacha… I will do it in the evening.” The day went by, and we visited some of our neighbors, had our lunch, and napped. It was 4:30 in the evening. Jiju: “Sarban Chacha, let’s go and take a look at that motor.” The motor was at the end of our field. It was connected to our tube-well and used for farming. Nisha: “Jiju, can I come too? I am bored.” Jiju: “Ok, sure. Where is everybody?” Nisha: “Papaji is with his friends… Amma, Di, and Monu are at Bade-Papa’s house.” Sarban Chacha: “You both go ahead. I will go and get the keys and follow you.” Jiju and I started walking towards the pump room. Fields are mostly deserted during the summer, and no one was there. Jiju was walking silently with a naughty grin on his face. Nisha: “What happened, Jiju?” Jiju: “Nothing. Can’t I even smile now?” (jokingly) Nisha: “I am not asking about your smile. I am asking about your overall behavior towards me. For the last two days, I was shocked to see my gentleman Jiju in this perverted avatar.” Jiju started blushing, and he couldn’t look at me. Jiju: “Sorry, Nisha… if I have made you uncomfortable. I can’t understand what’s gotten into me.
” Nisha: “No, no, don’t worry. I enjoyed the attention. It’s good to know people find me attractive. Let me tell you… Shekhar has stopped noticing me for the last several years. He is always busy making money.” Jiju: “Same here. I am a very passionate person… that’s the only reason we did not have any kids after Akku. We wanted to have time for each other, but since Priya’s hip surgery, we have never gotten intimate once. It’s been 2.5 years almost.” Jiju and I were walking towards the pump room and expressing our heartfelt emotions. We could understand each other’s feelings. Nisha: “Yes, I totally get you… But why me? All of a sudden, you started finding me attractive?” Jiju: “No, Nisha… I have always found you very attractive, but I never acted on it.” Jiju: “Can I be frank? Please don’t mind?” I nodded with a smile. Jiju: “A few weeks ago, when we were all at your house, you were wearing a short blouse… your pallu slipped, and I got a glimpse of your cleavage and milky white voluptuous bosoms. I became your admirer at that instant.” I started blushing with shyness. Jiju: “And also, a few days before, when you, me, and Priya were getting groceries at that supermarket, you were wearing that orange saree and brown blouse.” Jiju: “Because of shopping and hot climate, you were bathed in your sweat, your armpits were drenched, and while I was beside you, you lifted your arms to get something from the above shelf, and I got a sweet whiff of your sweaty armpits, and I was deeply mesmerized.” Jiju: “When I reached home, I tried to recollect that sweet aroma, thought about your cleavage, and self-abused myself in the bathroom… first time after my college days.” Jiju: “And last night in the train, after seeing your butter thighs and perfectly carved belly button, I felt like my crotch would explode if I didn’t do anything. So, I went into the train toilet and rubbed one out (masturbated).” My jaw dropped after listening to Jiju’s candid story. I was feeling horny after hearing him talk about masturbating. I made up my mind to give him a taste of me before we returned to Nashik. Nisha: “Jiju, when you said you felt aroused after seeing my sweaty armpits and cleavage, was it like this?” I was wearing a lime yellow floral saree and a yellow blouse. My armpits were drenched with sweat. I lifted my arms and showed him my sweaty armpits and slid my pallu, and gave him a glimpse of my milky white cleavage with a naughty smile. Jiju stared at me with pure lust. I have never seen him with that expression before. I felt a strong gush in my long-time idle lady parts. Jiju was about to bring his face towards my armpits. That’s when we heard the sound of wheel pedaling, and we turned around and saw Sarban Chacha coming on his cycle. I could see Jiju’s disappointment. To be frank, it was his disappointed face that made me even hornier. We reached the motor room. It was a small 10X10 room with a motor, electric meters, and a table-stool setup with some files and books. Jiju checked and concluded that a seal has been damaged, which is causing the sound. Jiju: “Chacha, you take this seal and buy a new one. We will fit it tomorrow morning.” Chacha: “Damaadji, let’s not wait till tomorrow. I have got my cycle. I will go to the chowk and get it right now within 20 minutes. You both sit here.” Saying this, Chacha took out his handy cloth and dusted the stool and table for us to sit, and went. Jiju looked at me, and I gave him a lecherous grin and pushed the door with my legs. Jiju sat on the stool and pulled me towards him, and planted his lips on mine. We started kissing. We started sucking on each other’s lips and exchanging saliva. Our tongues were exploring every corner of our mouths, and his hands were moving gently all over my boobs and ass. Nisha: “Where do you want to start?” Jiju: “Where we left off.” I lifted my arms. Jiju grabbed me by the waist and buried his face in my armpits and started inhaling, rubbing, and pushing his face deep into my pits. My pleasure was at its peak. A person whom I had a crush on for years was insanely in love with me right now. Jiju slowly caressed my naked belly, fingered my belly button, and grabbed my ass with his other hand. He switched my ass cheeks while still smelling my armpits. He turned me around and started doing the same thing to my left armpits as well. After a few minutes, he pulled my pallu down and started digging his face into my cleavage. He slurped and licked my bosom cracks with his pointed tongue, while I just stood there playing with his hair and enjoying myself. Jiju made me sit in his lap and started to unhook my blouse. Looking through the window of the motor room, I resisted. Jiju knew I was worried. Jiju: “Don’t worry, Nishu. No one will come.” The word “Nishu” hit me like a cold dagger. I felt loved. I could not resist anymore. I helped Jiju open my blouse. Jiju started kissing me while pulling my tits out of my bra into his territory. He pulled out my boobs and started squeezing them while kissing me, and his other hand was on my ass, squeezing and caressing. He grabbed me tightly by my waist and started sucking my boobs like a hungry animal, and his fingers kept exploring my belly button. Jiju was sucking on my boobs and fingering my belly button, while I sat in his lap and enjoyed the damp, humid motor room. Jiju lifted my arms, and my naked, smelly, wet armpits were in front of him. He dug his face into my arms and hugged me tightly, and started licking my pits from top to bottom. While he kept spitting and licking my pits, I grabbed his dick and started squeezing it over his pants. He immediately opened his zip and pulled out his dick. I was happy to see his purple-headed schlong fully erect and ready for action. I was stroking his velvet-skinned dick while he gorged on both my armpits.
I felt very much loved after seeing his passion for underarm stink. My pussy was uncontrollably letting out its juices. After a few minutes, he grabbed my face and started kissing and licking all over my face. We kissed. Now it was my time to devour his hot dog. I kneeled before my sexy Jiju and filled my mouth with his sweet iron rod. I licked it and sucked it. Jiju’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, and he moaned, “Aah… ooohhhh… Nishu, please don’t stop.” I ignored all his sounds and kept on devouring his manhood with great pleasure. It felt so good to have a dick in my mouth after a long time. And it being my crush’s dick made it all the more special for me. I came down and filled his balls into my mouth and sucked it like sucking a mango kernel. Then I took his balls and rubbed them all over my face and filled them into my mouth again. Jiju had never in his life had such an experience. He moaned and moaned, “Oohh… Nishu… aah… Nishu… wwwooowww…” After a few seconds, I felt Jiju’s ass jerking towards me. I knew he was about to cum. I did not want it to fall on my clothes or his, so I sucked his dick as hard as I could. I sucked it like I wanted all his cum from his balls. And with 1-2-3 jerks, Jiju blew his load into my mouth. I sucked and sucked. The more I sucked, the more he came. It was more than anyone has ever cummed. I drank it all. I looked at Jiju. He had a sweet smile on his face, and he looked at his watch and made a gesture to get up. I wiped my face, adjusted my boobs into my bra, hooked my blouse, and adjusted my saree. We opened the door and came outside, and waited for Sarban Chacha. In a few minutes, Sarban Chacha came with the seal. Jiju repaired the motor, and it was working as good as new. We had a great day, although it was an incomplete experience for me. During dinner, something happened that I and Jiju were not expecting at all. Amma: “We were at Bhaiya’s house today, and I saw Dev’s car in his shed. So I decided, if Nisha wants to visit her Mama-Mami and Nani in Kanpur, she and Monu can go with Pintu and Priya in that car.” Priya: “I can’t travel in a car that long, Amma. Let Pintu take Nisha and Monu.” Amma: “Is it ok?” (Amma looked at me and Pintu Jiju) We both nodded with a smile. After a while, we looked at each other with a naughty smile. While we were getting ready for bed, Jiju found me alone on the steps and whispered in my ear, “On this trip to Kanpur, I am going to fuck your asshole so hard that you will beg me to stop, my dear Nishu.” Saying this, he squeezed my ass and went to his room, making me further excited for my favorite ass-fuck to come. To be continued… ***** Thank you, guys. Please let me know your feedback at [email protected]