Simran Bua 5

Dear Readers, this is a continuation of the story series Simran Bua. Although you can enjoy this as a stand alone episode, for better comprehension you may also read the earlier four chapters with the same name - Simran Bua.

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Simran Bua - 5

She kissed me full on my lips and pressed me tightly on her breasts. I said, “Simran, what are you doing ? You are carrying me full naked all over your flat. If any windows are open and all, it will be very awkward.”

Simran laughed, “Don't worry dear, I am careful about that. I'll not carry you near the windows or anywhere where people can see you. You are only mine, I only have the right to see you like this.” 

I was literally sitting on one of her arms as she was slowly walking around carrying me in her arms. My hand was around her neck, my body pressed on her big breasts. She winked naughtily at me and playfully held my manhood inside her free hand. My tool got completely hidden inside her big palm. Immediately I felt that same weird sensation stirring in my loin. The little fellow started hardening again. Simran felt it too. “You naughty little man, what is this, are you getting ready for one more round ?”

I smiled at her sheepishly, “What are you doing Simran ? Don't do that, I will lose control again.”

Simran gave a chuckle, “So what ? Why do you want to control your feelings? Just feel free, let your emotions flow. I am just loving it that I am able to excite you this way. You don't know what this means for me. I had only this regret in my life. I have full confidence in myself in everything else in life except this one thing. I had a regret that I am not attractive to any man. Men do not look at me as a desirable woman. They see me as a tall big fat slob. And because of my extraordinary height of 6’3” and immense weight of 120 kgs, men have an inferiority complex when looking at me. But here you are getting all aroused just because I am a big tall woman, who can physically dominate you like you are a small kid. You don't know Sumit, how much self esteem that has generated in me.” Simran hugged me tight in her arms and filled my face with kisses. She continued, “That is why I'm telling you, do not restrain any emotions you are feeling because of me dominating you. Do not feel shy or embarrassed because I'm lifting and carrying you around naked in my arms. Think of me as if I'm your wife with whom you need not feel ashamed of anything. Because whether or not that will be actually possible, I have already taken you to be my husband.”

Simran had by now hugged me tightly on her breasts with my face buried inside her wide neck. My arms were around her neck and resting on her wide back. My legs were now wrapped around her waist, practically sitting on her thick arms, as she held me lifted up over her breasts. Her hands were cupped under my bare buttocks. I felt so weak and helpless being easily lifted and carried around by this huge tall woman. But I loved this, I loved being physically captured by this gorgeous Amazon goddess. 

My face was buried inside Simran's long and wide neck. I kissed her inside her neck. It was so soft and cold to my lips. Simran giggled like a school girl as she felt tickled with my kiss. She held the back of my head and pulled my face from inside her neck. Her face was lit up with a glowing smile as she looked down at me, holding me tightly hugged to her big soft breasts. I was held up over 5 feet above the floor, my face just a little below Simran's. She bent her head down slightly and gave me small pecks on my forehead, cheek and a fast one on my lips. 

“My sweet little doll,” she smiled. “You are my little Ken and I'm your big tall Barbie”, Simran laughed out gleefully at her own joke. 

“Now come baby, let's go out. I am very selfish. You have come here on a holiday to see our city and I have completely monopolised you. That's very inconsiderate of me. Come let's get dressed up and I'll take you out. You know Sumit, it's already late today, so I cannot take you to the sightseeing places. We’ll go there tomorrow. Let's enjoy the bike ride in the countryside today.”

Simran carried me, holding me tightly from the front, to my room. She let me down on the bed. I was still stark naked. 

“Ok dear, just wait, let your wifey dress you up,” she gave me a sweet smile. What could I say, I sat down on the bed. Simran rummaged through my bag and came up with a white t-shirt ; a pair of blue jeans and my underwear. She put her hands under my armpits and pulled me up straight from where I was sitting on the bed. She made me stand on the bed in front of her. Since I was standing on the bed fully naked in front of her, my little Willy was right in front of her, full and hard. She playfully held it once and said, as if to my manhood, “Not now honey, let me take your master out on a bike ride. I'll play with you when we return. Sure, I promise.” She looked up at me and winked, with a naughty smile playing on her lips.

Simran held out my underwear in front of me. I held on to her shoulders and put my legs in, one by one into the underwear. She straightened up pulling it up to my waist. She looked at me and said, “Now be a good boy and wear your pants yourself. Don't expect your wife to do everything for you. I'll have to get ready too.” She gave me a playful pat on my butt and smiled cutely up at me.

She left the room leaving me standing on the bed with my jeans in my hand. I smiled back at her as she left the room laughing. 

Simran came back soon wearing a peach coloured salwar kameez with a matching dupatta. (For the unversed, a Dupatta is a length of material worn arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez, by women from South Asia.)

We went down together. When I saw her motorbike I was quite impressed. It was quite a heavy Bullet motorbike. But she was manoeuvring it so easily. When she sat on her bike, with her big long legs on either side, she really looked very impressive or should I say Hot. I told her so. Simran gave a shy smile and asked me to ride on her pillion. As I sat behind her back, I again felt that surge of excitement building in my loin. I was feeling as if she was literally carrying me on her back. 

Simran said, “Ok dear, now hold on to me tight, otherwise you may fall off. I have a bad reputation for driving too fast.”

Simran revved up the engine and was out of the gate. I felt embarrassed thinking of holding on to a girl's waist in public, while riding pillion to her. Instead I held on to the back resting bar with one hand. The other hand I initially put on her shoulder and held on to her for balance. Simran took off.

As I mentioned earlier, Simran's house was on the outskirts of the main city. She did not take the route towards the city but went on a highway further away from the city. The roads were more or less empty. Beautifully maintained roads, trees lined up on both sides. 

It was evening, around 5.30 - 6 pm. But here in the north-west part of India, the sun sets a little late. The weather was very pleasant. A cool breeze was blowing which made Simran’s hair flow. Her hair was all over my face. Simran was riding at a fair speed now. Since the roads were not crowded, I had now wrapped both my arms around Simran's waist. I rested my head with my chin resting on Simran's shoulder. My face was just beside Simran's face. Our cheeks touched every time she turned her head to talk to me. The cool soft touch of her skin on my cheek sent shivers down my veins. My face was just beside her long wide neck. Her body odour mixed with the faint deodorant she was wearing, was simply intoxicating. I carefully removed her hair falling around her head onto her shoulders and on my face. I snuggled my face in the crook of her neck and gave a soft kiss on the side of her neck. She just let out a soft moaning, “Mmm !” I closed my eyes. My chest was pressing on her strong wide back, my hands tightly wrapped around her strong solid abs. I felt so small sitting behind her huge frame…yet I felt so safe, so protected, so secure.  

We were passing by an orchard of Mango trees lined on one side of the road. Beautiful juicy mangoes were hanging tantalisingly from the branches. I remarked, “Lovely mangoes Simran, and hanging quite low.”

There was an iron gate to the orchard. Simran drove her motorbike right in front of the gate and pushed one side open. She went inside with her bike and asked me to close the gate behind her. She drove right up to the tree where I had seen those mangoes hanging. She stopped her motorbike, parked it just under the tree. She looked sideways at me and said, “Get down Sumit.” We both alighted from her bike.

“Want some ?” Simran asked, smiling down at me standing right in front of me. 

I said, “Yes, but this is not right, this is somebody else's orchard. How can we pluck mangoes from their tree?”

She said, “Don't worry about that. I know these guys very well. My school friend’s family garden.”

I said, “But still, it is not right. And even then, the mangoes are still too high up, your hands will also not reach.”

She chuckled, “But yours will.” And winked at me. 

Simran bent down and held me around my waist and straightened. Up I went in her arms. She said, “Now stretch your hands and see if you can reach them.”

I did, but couldn't reach. Simran said, “Don't worry dear…wait I'll lift you higher.”

She put me down on the ground. Then squatted down on her heels with her back towards me. “Now sit on my shoulders. Don't be afraid, I will not drop you. Don't forget I am 57 kgs heavier than you, almost double your weight.”

I put one leg over her shoulder and then the other. I held on to her head. Simran slowly stood up, with me sitting on her shoulders. Now this was too much. She had picked me up in her arms earlier and also in her cradle. I was used to all that. But I couldn't imagine that a woman could lift me on her shoulders. You see, I'm not actually a small boy. I am a 40-year-old middle-aged man, 5’3” tall and of 63 kgs. I always had this fantasy of a big and tall woman lifting me up in her arms. But that was all a day-dream. In reality I never thought that any woman could be carrying me around so easily and effortlessly as Simran was lifting me on her shoulders. But this was too much. She was walking with me sitting on her shoulders, with both my legs tucked under her armpits. She held on to my thighs to support my body. She carried me under the lowest hanging branch with the mangoes. I held on to her head with one hand and stretched out my other hand up towards a mango…and I could reach. It was such fun plucking the mango from the tree sitting on the shoulders of my tall and big girlfriend. I passed down the mango to Simran. She said, “It's not ripe yet.”

I said, “Then let it be, let's not pick any more. Put me down, Simran.”

Simran just said, “No.”

I was shocked, “No ? What no, Simran?”

Simran was laughing, “I'm loving it having you on my shoulder. I am not even feeling your weight. I am feeling so relaxed. I don't want to put you down so fast.”

I didn't like this idea. I said, “I am not able to keep my balance just holding on to your head.”

Simran was cool about it, “Ohh, that's because I am walking on this uneven garden path. Don't worry, just hold my hands and you will be able to maintain your balance.” She extended both her hands upwards. I immediately caught them. It felt better, now I was able to maintain my balance on her shoulders as she walked.

She started walking with me on her shoulders inside the orchard. I was alarmed, “Hey where are you taking me inside the garden ? Please put me down. There may be people inside.”

She said casually, “So what ? I told you, I know them. What's your problem ? You like being carried by me. So why are you wanting to get down now?” 

I was persistent, “I am feeling so helpless up here on your shoulders, You are holding me so high up on your shoulders, I can't even jump. You are also holding my hands, my legs are pressed inside your armpits. I am feeling so helpless captured by you. Please put me down, Simran.”

 

Simran stopped walking. “Oh honey ! Why are you spoiling my fun? I told you I'm loving it having you up there on my shoulders. And you only say that you love it when I capture you helplessly in my arms.”

I said, “Yes, it's true. I love it when you pick me up and hold me in your arms. But that's inside the house where nobody can see us. But here it's out in the open. And any time your friend or her family can come out and see me in this pathetic position of being unable to free myself from a woman who is just carrying me away on her shoulders wherever she wants.”

Simran started laughing, “Ok I understand. Come I'll bring you down.”

She left my hands and held me around my stomach and just lifted me bodily up over her head and then brought me down. But not fully to the ground. She shifted my body mid-air and held me cradled in her arms. With all this lifting me and again moving my body in her arms, I got scared of falling down. I flung my arms around her neck and literally clung to her body lest I fall down. But she had her arms firmly placed behind my back and under my knees. She squeezed her arms close, so that my body also folded up and I was being cradled in her breasts like a baby.

Simran brought my face closer to hers and cooed in my ear, “My sweet little baby ! What happened? Got scared on wifey’s shoulders ? Don't worry dear, now you are in my arms, on my breasts. Now you don't have to feel scared.”

I stammered, “But Simran, what if your friend sees me like this in your arms ? What will she think ?”

Simran smiled sweetly down at me, “Don't worry dear. Their Bungalow is a little distance ahead. I will definitely put you down before we reach there. Let me just enjoy carrying you in my arms in this beautiful mango orchard. You see honey, there's an excitement in doing things which are forbidden. So, I am feeling such an adventure carrying a full grown man in my arms out in the open, when anybody can find us out any time. I'm enjoying this thrill and suspense of carrying you stealthily. I'll tell you what honey, if my friend, Poonam or her mother-in-law suddenly appears, you just lie there in my arms with your eyes closed. I'll tell them that you have fainted. That you have that disease, what do you call it, yes… epilepsy or something. I'll tell them that you blacked out suddenly. That is why I am having to carry you in my arms. Then I'll carry you inside. We'll sprinkle water on your face. And you open your eyes and you will become normal. This way you won't have to feel embarrassed being carried in my cradle. And I will also enjoy carrying you in the open for a little longer. Happy ?”

Although not so very satisfactory, it was still better than being directly embarrassed in front of some outsiders and that too two unknown ladies. But I also had no other alternative. Simran was really enjoying carrying me around in her arms in the open. I didn't want to disappoint her, so I had to agree. As long as I am not embarrassed in public, I also enjoyed being helplessly captured by Simran with her physical strength and carried around in this beautiful garden.

Coming closer to the bungalow, Simran stopped walking. She lifted me again and shifted my position to sit on her left arm. She was holding me under my bottom. I put my right hand around her neck and shoulder for support. My legs were around her waist. She took out her mobile with the other hand and dialled a number. She was looking at me smiling sweetly, holding me sitting on one of her arms, while she held the phone to her ear with the other. She was slowly rocking me, holding me to her breasts. I felt like a small child in his mother's arms while his mother was talking on the phone with her friend. My face was so close to hers that our cheeks were touching. She purposely pressed her soft cheek on mine. It was such a romantic moment, being held up in my big tall girlfriend's arms with my cheek pressed on hers, while she was rocking me in her arms, standing inside an orchard full of mango trees all around us.

Her phone connected. Simran put the phone on speaker mode, so that I could also listen in. Since she was holding me up on her body, with my cheek pressed against hers, I could hear everything which her friend Poonam was speaking over the phone. I did not understand half of it, since they were talking in fast paced colloquial Punjabi, but I could grasp some of the words which were the same as Hindi. From what Simran told me after the phone call was this : That her friend Poonam and her mother-in-law were not at home then. They had gone to attend a musical program of a popular Punjabi singer. In fact when Simran told her that she had brought her boyfriend along, Poonam wanted Simran to also come to the show and bring me along, so that she could meet us. Meanwhile Poonam suggested that if we needed to freshen up, we could visit their Bungalow where her caretaker, a woman named Dolly, will help us out.  

We were talking to Poonam on the phone. I mean Simran was talking and I was sitting on her arms pressed to her breasts, while she was gently rocking me from side to side. As Simran turned around with me in her arms, our hearts gave a short leap. We were shocked to suddenly find a huge middle aged woman standing quietly behind us smiling from ear to ear looking at Simran.

“Good evening Ma’am, I am Dolly.”

(To be continued….)

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