Rendezvous3

(Dear Reader, I would request you to please read the earlier chapters Rendezvous 1 and 2 , to better understand the continuity of the story so far.)

Rendezvous 3

"Mandir?" I asked. "You want to go to the Mandir to offer Puja? But I don't know whether there is any good temple nearby."

Madhumita said," Any rickshaw wala will tell us that. Come let's go ?"

By this time I had taken my face out of Madhumita's neck. However I was still being carried by her in her arms being held over her breasts in a front straddle carry. 

I said, "I didn't know you were so religious. Anyway it's ok with me."

She said, "Then we'll have to have our bath first before going to the temple. After that we can go to a movie also."

I said, "You are making a full outdoor programme for the day."

Madhu was still holding me up in her arms. She was talking to me with my face right in front of hers, since I was actually sitting on her arms which held me up near her stomach. She was gently moving her body from side to side as if she was rocking a baby in her arms. She said, "Why ? Don't you want to go outside ? Do you want to stay indoors ? Ok dear, we'll just visit the Mandir and come back to the hotel. After that mey phir tumko goud mey utha lungi. I'll take you on my lap again and carry you around." She was talking to me as if pacifying a little child.

I said, "Arrey no no. I didn't mean that. Come, if you want to take a bath before going to the temple, then go ahead. Put me down now."

She said, "Yes sure. Let's take the bath first." Saying this, she started walking towards the bathroom with me in her arms. Before I could realise what she was doing, she was already inside the bathroom. She put me down on the bathroom floor and turned and bolted the bathroom door.

I protested, "Hey what are you doing Madhu ? Why did you bring me to the bathroom ? You wanted to have a bath, not me."

She turned towards me and smiled, "We are both going to the temple. So both of us should bathe."

I said, "Ok fine. You finish up first, then I'll have it." Saying this I walked to the bathroom door. With one big step, Madhu caught my hand and pulled me towards her. Then she put her arms around my back, hugging me to her body. Not tightly though, just gently. She was looking down at my eyes from her imposing height of 5'9". Like always, just standing so close to her and looking up at her tall figure with my head barely reaching up to her lips with my 5'3" height, I felt weak kneed.

She smiled at me sweetly, "Arrey yaar ! Why are you running away from me? Today I'll bathe you."

I was aghast. "Why ? Nooo !" I tried to pull away from her.

She just tightened her grip on my back. I couldn't break free from her arms wrapping me around my back.

She was looking down at me now, with my body now squeezed against hers tightly hugged inside her strong embrace. My face was near her neck. I looked up to her eyes, with me wrapped firmly on her body by her strong arms. She was still smiling sweetly at me, "Sumit, what is your problem ? You had only told me that your fantasy is that your girlfriend or wife will physically dominate you. And now when I'm doing this, you are trying to run away from me. You only told me that you like me because I'm taller and bigger than you. You only had said that you wanted your girlfriend to carry you in her arms. You had only challenged me to wrestle you half an hour back. Are you afraid of me now ? Then why are you trying to break free from me and get away. You know I'm not going to hurt you, you have seen that during the wrestling match. I'm just a girl of your age dear. And I like you as much as you like me. In fact I think I'm in love with you. So come baby, it's just a way of getting closer to each other. Let me bathe you. I'm sure you are going to love it dear. I'll not force you. If you still do not want me to bathe you, you can go. I will understand that you are like all other men. You are feeling insecure that I'm so much taller and bigger and stronger than you. I thought you were different, that you are a real man. That you do not have an inferiority complex in front of a girl taller than you. I liked you because of your personality and maturity. I didn't even care that you are so much shorter and weaker than me. I just loved your genuineness, your simplicity, your caring nature. You are educated and you are successful in life. You are everything a girl would want in her man. Plus I thought that I have the qualities you like in your girlfriend. I am taller and bigger and stronger than you physically, which is what you want in your wife. That is why I have fallen for you."

She released me, she took her arms off my back. "Ok, you go Sumit. Let me have my bath." Her face was serious.

But I stood there. Standing close to her body, I put my arms around her back and hugged her. Then I turned my face up towards her and held her body as a support. I tried standing on my toes. Even standing on tiptoes, my lips could not reach her lips. She understood what I was trying to do. She held me again in her embrace, smiled at me and bent her head down to meet my lips. And gave me a passionate kiss with my head bent upwards to meet her lips. She then bent down a little further. She placed one hand behind my knees and her other hand behind my back. Then she straightened up and lifted me up in her cradle like a baby. She brought her lips down on my face and kissed me full on my lips.

She put me down on the bathroom floor. Looked at me very lovingly. Slowly she removed my Tee shirt and hung it up on the hook on the wall. She held my shorts at my waist. My hands automatically went to her wrists to stop her. She looked at me questioningly. Then disregarding my hold on her wrists, she just pulled my shorts down. She knelt in front of my feet and pulled my shorts out from under my legs. She stood up and placed my shorts on the hook. I was standing in front of her…stark naked.

Ignoring me, she opened the tap and was filling the bucket. She placed an arm around my shoulders, looked down at me and said, "We'll not use the showers, otherwise my salwar kurta will get wet. I haven't brought many changes, you see." I felt as if I was standing in front of my mommy or my elder sister waiting for her to give me a bath.

She pulled me towards the bucket. She started pouring water over my head from a mug, like a mother bathing her child. Then she took the soap bar and started rubbing it all over my upper body, my stomach, my chest and inside my neck. She turned me back and rubbed the soap thoroughly on my back and shoulders and behind my neck. She pulled up my arms one by one and rubbed the soap all over. She spent some time rubbing my armpits. I was past the stage of protesting by then. I had given in to her and let her bathe me as she wished.

She pulled the small plastic stool in front of me and sat down. Now the legs. This was the most embarrassing part. But Madhumita was beyond all that. She was rubbing soap on my legs and thighs thoroughly. She turned me around and rubbed the soap on my buttocks, as if she was actually bathing a small boy. In fact when she was applying soap and scrubbing my thigh joints, I myself forgot that I'm a young adult of 28 years behind bathed by a young woman who is also of 28 years. She was sitting on the low plastic stool bending down in front of me. I was rather holding on to her shoulders and head, as my legs and body were all soapy and I was slipping on the wet bathroom floor. Sitting on the low stool near my feet, her face was in front of my lower abdomen. She very carefully held my privates with her long feminine fingers and applied soap on them. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't even utter a single word. She behaved very normally and didn't even raise her head to look at my face. She caressed my privates gently. There was tension building up inside my groin which started showing up. She didn't say anything, just completed her soaping slowly and thoroughly. 

Finally the face. She stood up from the low stool and asked me to close my eyes. She rubbed the soap gently all over my face and neck.

Once the soap was thoroughly applied, she started pouring water again. The reverse process started now. Pouring a little water from the mug with one hand and rubbing off the soap from my body with the other. I had to hold on to her while she was washing me. First when she was sitting on the stool I was holding on to her shoulders. Now when she stood up, I held her around her waist, like a small boy clinging on to his mother's body.

I wasn't saying anything, I was too embarrassed to speak. But she was continuously talking to me. It was mostly baby talk, "There my baby, that's like a good boy…come lift your hand up …turn back now.. don't feel shy…see, your tall wife will clean you up so well…now close your eyes, otherwise your eyes will burn…good boy…mera chhota husband…there all done now …you've made your biwi all wet."

Once all the soap had been washed off, she took a big towel from the rack and started wiping me dry. She took her time to wipe all my parts thoroughly like she did while rubbing the soap or rinsing my body. She especially took time and handled my jewels very delicately. Then she wrapped the towel around my lower portion, held me around my bottom and straightened up. As usual, I was up in her arms again, this time with a towel loosely wrapped around my waist, sitting on her left arm. She carried me out of the bathroom and made me stand on the bed. She removed my towel and put it over her shoulder. I was standing on the bed in front of her, full naked. She smiled looking at my eyes intently. She looked down. The little fellow was still standing in attention. She looked up at my face again, smiled and said, "Just stand here like this, don't move. I'll get your shorts."

She brought my shorts as I stood naked on the bed waiting for her. She came and bent down. I lifted my legs in turn and she slipped my shorts through my legs and up my thighs. She was halted there by the little policeman standing in attention. She looked up to my face and with a mischievous smile held my little fellow's head and bent it into the shorts. The little guy immediately sprang up inside the shorts making a small tent with its head. What could he do ? He had gone through a lot of miss-handling and excitement since morning.

Madhumita gave me a fast kiss on my lips and went into the bathroom. She came out after 15 minutes looking and smelling fresh. Her long wet hair extended right up to her back. I was lying on the bed, resting. She went to the dressing table, combed her hair and came and sat beside me on the bed. She had changed into a nightie now after her bath. 

I said, "What happened ? You said you'll go to the temple, why did you wear a nightie then ?"

She replied, "No, I think you are not much interested in going to the temple. So that programme is cancelled."

I laughed out loud. "Very smart eh? So that temple visit plan was an excuse to give me the bath ?"

Madhumita was laughing too, but a shy laugh. She said, "Actually let's do it this way. Let's have lunch in the room and then go and watch a movie in the matinee show."

I said, "Fine. No issues with me. Tomorrow, I do not know how much time I can give you. Only in the evening perhaps. And we will possibly leave the next day by the evening train. So you have today only to go out if you like."

Madhu reacted, "No no. I don't want to roam around in this city with you. I prefer to be inside the hotel room only."

I said, "Why? What is your problem with roaming with me here?"

"That I'll tell you later. Come let's go", Madhu was nudging me to get up. 

I looked back at her. "What ?" I asked, "You want to have lunch now ?"

She said, "No dear, not now. Let's go to the Cinema hall early, so that we get a good corner seat. If we reach late we might not get a good seat. We can have some dry food at the hall itself."

There is nothing much to talk about the film. The movie was just about bearable. During the interval, I bought some heavy fast food snacks, kathi-rolls and patties and soft drinks. I asked her, "You still haven't told me why you do not want to be seen roaming around in this city with me? Do you know people out here in this city? Why exactly do you have to come to this city ? What exactly is your work ?" 

She just patted my hand which was held inside her big palm placed on her lap. "I'll tell you in the hotel." After the movie, we took an auto and returned to our hotel room. Frankly speaking, I didn't enjoy the movie nor this visit to the cinema at all.

Once we were back in our hotel room, Madhumita went to the bathroom to freshen up. After she came out, I went in. 

She was sitting on the bed. She had taken a pillow and set it at the head of the bed making a backrest. She sat with her back resting on the pillow, her long legs outstretched on the bed. She looked at me and smiled, "If you want to have your questions answered, you have to come and lie down here." She was smiling. Again the naughty smile on her lips. She was looking at me and patted her lap.

That was quite a welcome invitation for me. I didn't mind. I moved over towards her. She was sitting with her legs outstretched and her back resting on a pillow against the bed head. She pulled me straight onto her body. She made me sit on her lap with my back resting on her breasts. My legs were outstretched on her legs. My thighs were looking so small on her thick thighs. Since she was 6 inches taller than me, even sitting on her body, my legs were quite a few inches away from even her ankles. My eyes were only upto the level of her lips. She wrapped her arms around my body in such a way that both my hands were trapped under her armpits. She bent her face down and kissed me from behind me on my cheek. She said lovingly, "Now I have you for myself, can I keep you ?'

I replied, "The way you are holding me trapped on your lap, I cannot even move my hands. How can I decide whether you can keep me ? It's up to you if you want to keep me." 

She squeezed me a little between her arms and replied, "Not so easy dear. Even if I want, your parents won't give you to me. I'm so tall and ugly. They will search for a cute little doll of a wife for you." 

I said, "Ok, that we'll see. There's still time for that. Now you tell me something more about yourself. About your family members, about your work and what you said earlier. As to why you cannot roam around in this city, which is so far away from where we live. Nobody will know you here."

Madhu squeezed me a little more in her arms wrapped around my upper body, with me sitting on her outstretched thighs and legs. She snuggled her nose on my neck and cheek, "You know, holding you like this on my lap, you remind me of my youngest sister. I used to hold her like this on my lap, even till two years back. Now she doesn't want to sit on my lap." 

I said, "But you said your youngest sister is 15 years old, studies in class 10. Two years back she would have been about 13." 

"Yes," Madhu said. "At 13 years, she was of your height of 5'3". Now at 15, she is taller than you at about 5'5 or 6 inches and heavier than you too."

I looked up and sideways at her sitting on her thighs. She was sitting with her legs outstretched, with me sitting on her lap in the same posture, with my legs outstretched on her legs. She was hugging me from behind, with her chin resting on my shoulder from behind my back, her cheek purposely pressed on mine. I said, "At 15 if she is that tall, then she will possibly also reach your height of 5'9"."

Madhu said, "Yes, that she will. She may even cross me. In fact, as of now I'm the tallest in our family, with my next sister being almost as tall as me. I'm just a little taller than her. She is a little heavier than me though, a bit flabby. But I'm stronger than her, since I was into sports and had to undergo weight training. My eldest sister, the one who is married, is the shortest in our house. She is 5'4". We had recently measured everybody's heights, when my youngest sister overtook my mother, who is 5'5"."

I exclaimed, "Oh Wow ! It seems all of you are tall in the family."

Madhumita laughed, "Yes, in fact if you want to find our house in our locality, you just have to ask anybody to direct you to the house of the tall sisters."

She continued, "You know my prank which I generally play on everybody in the house? I creep in behind somebody and suddenly lift her up in my arms. They get so irritated, especially my mother. But I like teasing them. That is why when you said that your fantasy is to be lifted up by a taller woman, I felt it to be a strange coincidence. Because that is my favourite fun game with my mother and sisters. And if you marry me, you will actually always be floating in the air in our house. Because all five of us women in the house can easily lift and carry you, even my eldest sister. Although she is only a little taller than you by just one inch, she is a lot heavier than you. And my mother and youngest sister of 15 can just play with you in their arms. Both are more than 2 inches taller than you and also heavier than you. My mother is very strong too. But I wouldn't allow my next sister to even touch you."

I was intrigued and asked, "Why ?" 

She squeezed my cheeks with her fingers and hugged me snugly into her body and laughed. "Because I don't want to lose you. She is almost as tall as me and heavier than me by 2-3 kgs. She is a little soft but looks big. And her face is better than mine. I know your choice; you would definitely love to be carried in her arms and sit on her lap. So I'll not risk leaving you alone with your saali (sister-in-law)." Madhu winked at me.

I just couldn't believe that all this was real. Imagine what a fantastic family to be married into. Where all five women from 15 to 50 years are taller and bigger than me and capable of lifting and carrying me around easily. All this I couldn't have expected in my wildest daydream even.

I said, "Let's have an early dinner in the room itself. We had a train journey last night and I have to go out for work tomorrow morning. We can go to sleep early tonight."

After dinner, I went to freshen up before going to bed. When I came out of the bathroom, I found the room was totally dark, only a dim green night lamp was on, casting a calm hue all over the room. The AC was fully on. A sweet aroma of ladies' perfume filled the room. I could sense Madhu lying on the bed covered up to her neck with the bedsheet. She called me, "Come, let's lie down. Let's relax and chat." 

I got into bed. The room was quite chilly by then. Madhu asked me to get under her bedsheet. As I laid down beside her, Madhu turned towards me, stretched her long hands and pulled me towards her. She wrapped her arms around my body and rolled on to her back again. She took me with her on top of her body, with me lying face down on her full tight breasts.

And only then did I realise. Under the bed sheet ….Madhu was stark naked.

That night she had me four times. I'm not good at describing all this. But I'll just give the facts. I was literally devoured by her. And violently. She was on top, doing all the hard work. I was literally drained out to the last drop and physically exhausted. Each time she had her contentment, she rolled off my body. I slowly drifted off to a slumber. 

After an hour or so, she used to wake me up, titillating me to another paroxysm of excitement. Then she would sit on top of me and ride me like a horse in a race. Her tall height and heavy body weight and her physical strength squashed me into the bed. I went through an odd combination of pain and sensual excitement. After she finished with me, my body lay there on the bed, not able to get up. After each routine she would lie beside me with her one hand and one leg flung over my body, as if I belonged to her. After she had some rest, she would start her process of exciting me for her next round of horse riding. On the fourth time, when she started working on me, nothing happened. My little fellow was so drained out, he literally refused to stand up to salute her. So Madhu picked me up instead. She carried me around the room in her cradle to excite me and make me ready for her to eat me. Then she sat on the bed cross legged, making me lie across her lap like a small boy. She started working on my tool like a small hand pump. Her big palm and long fingers had magic in them. She was able to make him stand up again and salute her. That was the fourth and last time that night. 

I don't remember anything after that. I slept like a log.

(To be continued….)

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