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I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding.

I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit of others, these are immediately followed by English translations.

Please read Ch. 01-02 for the sake of continuity.

Please do vote and send me your constructive feedback.

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Ch. 01-02 Summary: A young, temporarily grounded air hostess and an even younger (18 ) management trainee are neighbours. He falls for her and after a long while, she too falls for him. They finally do it on a Sunday afternoon. His strength and vigour are restored by an excellent seafood meal cooked by her and they do it several times more, until it's time for him to go...

Ch. 03 explores Gargi's background and her quirks...

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Gargi was a very unusual girl, full of quirks and surprises. She spoke beautiful, cultured Marathi and convent school English. Only when she was sexually aroused did she lapse into profane Marathi and use words like zav, laoda, puchhi, gaand, mau (fuck, cock, pussy, ass, tits) etc. She later told me that she had picked up her profane vocabulary from Marathi pornographic books that friends in her all girls' boarding school used to circulate. She was not coy about expressing her needs and wishes to me and was willing to try out new things.

She was justifiably proud of her body and had no inhibitions about showing off her naked curves to me when we were alone. Except for her pussy, that is; for some strange reason that I couldn't fathom, she was extremely reluctant to expose it. We had to find a way for my hands and my cock to have full access and yet hide her pussy from my eyes. There was no problem when she wore a blouse and a short skirt. But when she was in a sari, it was a real chore to keep concentrating on my amorous explorations while she kept checking every now and then that her pussy remained concealed under her petticoat. We eventually found a solution in the form of a half-slip. It covered her from hips to mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her body naked for my eyes to feast on and yet was loose enough for my hands to freely access her naughty parts. In fact she took to wearing a half-slip under her petticoat whenever she dressed in a sari (which was most of the time), when we were together. We both could now relax and enjoy since I could strip her of her blouse, bra, sari and petticoat, then reach under her half-slip and slide off her panties too, yet keep her pussy covered. My roving hands could then roam all over her delicious curves, including her thighs and her pussy, without let or hindrance. When it was time to fuck, the half-slip could easily be slid up enough to let my cock access her cunt without exposing it to my sight.

After letting me strip her, Gargi used to wrap a chunni around her shoulders, to cover herself against drafts of air generated by the overhead fan. Her wide hips clad in a snug fitting satin half-slip, her plump shoulders, generously proportioned breasts, rounded belly and deep navel providing a peek-a-boo show through a translucent chunni carelessly wrapped around her shoulders and to top it all, her naughty nipples tenting the thin fabric: shanty town izle Oh, what a visual feast it was for my hungry eyes! In fact, a half-clad Gargi looked far sexier than a naked Gargi!

We could spend long hours together, just kissing and cuddling. She loved to sit on my lap, cocooned by my enveloping arms, thrilling to the touch of my fingers exploring her soft curves and the delicious folds and valleys of her flesh. She loved licking up my saliva as it dripped from my tongue. I too enjoyed returning the favour when we kissed with her lying on top of me.

*quot;Majhya balala dudu paju de!*quot;

*quot;Let me nurse my baby!*quot; She murmured one day as we lay entangled in each other's arms.

She sat cross legged with my head in her lap. After covering my head under her pallu, she unhooked her front opening blouse, unfastened her bra strap, uncovered a breast and then fed the nipple in my mouth. We spent long minutes together as I suckled her teat while she ran her fingers through my thick hair, exactly the way millions of nursing Indian mothers and their infants do. Covered by her pallu, surrounded by her warm, soft body, breathing in her feminine scent, suckling on her swollen nipple and feeling the shivers of pleasure it caused her: That is one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had.

Gargi loved to play with my cock and I had no inhibitions about exposing it to her. Although she'd had sex with a few partners before me, she apparently had little experience in handling a penis, other than using her fingers to guide it into her pussy. I sometimes winced due her unintentionally rough handling. But she was a quick study and soon learnt how to caress and stroke my cock and testicles, pull back my foreskin