Sumathi’s Fantasy – Part 2

Sumathi’s visit to the market stayed fresh in her thoughts for a couple of days. She was happy about how things panned out and relieved that she didn’t get into any trouble post that. She was happy to be back home in one piece and happy to be looked at like someone about to grant a wish.

All the dreams around her in that experiment were to find an opportunity to fuck Sumathi. That still gave her the sense of being the goddess about to bestow the best wish any male would ever wish! She liked that she wet herself every time she replayed all those events and loved how people adored her body.

Her thoughts over the days only made her try something more. She had been increasingly browsing for porn. She started imagining herself to be the protagonist while the movie played. The movies showed the actual action. There was also a deep sense of titillation associated with the lead.

The build-up and the seduction also were equally making her horny. The videos kindled her imagination to try something more than just exhibiting her body. Her curiosity around big dicks only made her even more interested in exploring what possible options she had.

Men were easy to seduce and target. Sumathi, well endowed in all aspects, just identifying the right person will allow her to explore the unchartered territories! Her first choice, for now, was the daily vegetable vendor who visits her at home. He was not more than 45. He had a well-built body, and he was strong.

Sumathi always had a thing for lean and able-bodied men. By the looks of the vegetable vendor, she was sure to be surprised by what he could accomplish when given a free run of her body. She decided to seduce this vegetable vendor to explore what was in store.

She decided to take her sweet time conveying what she wanted before all the action. The vegetable vendor, a decent guy, had never shown any perverted intentions until now. Also, Sumathi had been very careful around anyone outside as well.

So she decided to tease him for a couple of days and check the progress before doing anything bold. On that specific day, she decided to wear her regular red cotton saree with a black blouse to go along. Nothing extraordinary. But just before the vendor arrived, she adjusted her pallu to be between her breasts.

It was almost revealing the entire shape of the melons. If he was lucky, he could have spotted the pointed nipples poking out through the bra. She adjusted her saree so that the hips were in the show while the navel was not visible. She almost made it look like she was coming out after being in the middle of work.

She wanted to first see the vendor’s reaction before taking this forward. The doorbell rang. She walked out of the kitchen casually as if nothing was amiss. While at the same time juggling her hips to ensure the view of her hips is seductive enough.

But her biggest seducer would be her breasts which were displayed as if asking to be sucked. The vegetable vendor was so not used to seeing Sumathi like this. So his initial reaction was not to make any eye contact and not look at her. But she could sense the desperation building up within his body.

Asking him to at least sneak peek into what had been put out for his pleasure. Sumathi could sense all of this. She did adjust a little of a pallu, but the action to look normal and nothing more. So her adjustment did not change to her melon display.

She just made it worse by sitting down at the entrance steps while the vegetable vendor was standing and talking. After the first couple of minutes of awkwardness, she could see the vendor stealing glances at her melons. She caught him staring at it twice or thrice.

But since she didn’t move to adjust her pallu. This only made the vendor even bolder. She was sitting on the steps, and the vendor was standing. So the melon display was even more evident and appealing. Sumathi also noticed the slight bulge emerging from the vendor’s underpants while sitting down.

Given that he wore his lungi way up to his thighs, the entire underpants were on full display. Until now, Sumathi had noticed the underpants. But she never had a chance to imagine anything beyond that. Still, given how her melons were on display today, she too could see the bulge.

The vendor was about to hand over the remaining change after Sumathi had paid him. His lungi was pushed out as the vendor had his money stored safely in his underpants. But Sumathi had a good glimpse and view of the bulge. She couldn’t resist but stare at the bulge.

But she was smart enough not to make it evident. But she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge, and she wanted to hold it. She wanted to hold a throbbing dick in her hand. She wanted to feel the rush of blood to that dick.

The very thought created some wetness in her panties. She decided it was time she took this to the next level.

The next day, she took it up a notch. She didn’t wear a bra. She wore a green chiffon blouse, and the nipples were evident even for an untrained eye. She wore a regular green saree. Just before the vendor came, she rearranged her pallu to cover the nipples.

Also, she allowed the pallu to steer clear of her navel, which meant her hips and navel were on full display. She did one more extra thing. She raised the saree and petticoat to reveal her fully white legs till her knees. This time around, she wanted him to stare at her!

She wanted him to take her figure fully and enjoy it. She also wore her saree way below her navel, almost at the top of her panties. She meant business, and she wanted desperately to hold that throbbing cock in her hand. The bell rang, and she was excited to see what today’s experience was going to hold.

She quickened her steps to the door and was surprised to see the fruit seller instead of the vegetable vendor. She was taken aback for a moment. She wasn’t prepared for this. All her dreams and fantasies revolved around the vegetable seller and his able body.

But this was a nasty surprise – but – not bad. Yes, something she didn’t plan for, but there is no turning back now. Unlike the vegetable vendor, the fruit seller was a bit fat and a perverted individual. But a workman’s body and very strong even if on the fatter side.

Even before Sumathi’s experiments and change over, the fruit seller would make it a point to always stare at her breasts. Also, he would always keep showing his thighs on the pretext of taking something off his underpants. This show was an unexpected treat for the fruit seller’s eyes.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way Sumathi appeared in the doorway. He never once looked at her face. He was fascinated by the sudden show of skin. He almost stared at her navel for a good 10 seconds. He made his intentions very clear. If there is something to be ogled at, he will not miss that.

The entrance to the front door was a good 3-4 steps. It makes you look up when you talk to someone from the entrance. With Sumathi’s skin show and lack of bra, the fruit seller had an excellent view into her navel and melons. It took the fruit seller some time to realize the braless melons staring at his face.

Once he realized that, the navel staring changed into nipple spotting! Sumathi was extremely horny just looking at how the fruit seller was enjoying her body. She almost instinctively got her hand to her crotch as she sensed wetness. But halfway through that action, she realized it would send a wrong message.

She corrected it midway. But somehow, she wasn’t sure if the fruit seller read her mind. He just smirked at her, and that was the first time in the last 5 minutes that he saw her face. He registered a deep sense of pleasure in how she presented herself to him. He then continued to enquire.

“I have very stiff raw bananas, ma’am. Do you want to hold them?”

Sumathi wasn’t sure if that was double innuendo or plain fruit talk. She just responded, “ Show me the banana, and I will decide.”

The vendor said, “You might have to come outside to the cart to select the variety.”

Now Sumathi wasn’t sure if she wanted to venture outside her comfort zone in this bra-less surprise encounter. Preparing for a show is different from being pushed into an exposure zone. She wanted to play this safe.

She just responded by saying, “I don’t want to come out. Get me one in each variety here, and let me decide.”

The fruit seller nodded and registered disappointment in not continuing to watch her melons. He came back within a minute and entered the home to display his wares. In that process, he crouched on the floor and placed the bananas on the floor.

Sumathi instinctively bent down to have a closer look at the fruits. She just realized. Her pallu was between her melons and her saree and petticoat held up higher. The moment she bent down, the saree slid up further, revealing almost until the thighs.

Due to lack of bra, her melons were swinging and swaying against each action of hers. She realized the fruit seller was enjoying every second of this interaction. Upon closer inspection, she realized the fruit seller had more on display than just the fruits.

Out of lungi, since he was still crouched, she saw traces of the black cock. Also, since the underpants were loose, she could almost spot the eye of the black mamba.

Sumathi took some time to make sense of what was revealed to her. While on it, she was fixated on seeing more of that black cock than what was inadvertently displayed. She didn’t realize the fruit seller caught her while she was checking his dick out.

When she realized what was happening, it was damage done already. She was caught checking out his dick. She was full-on displaying her wares for the fruit seller’s pleasure. Before she could compose herself, the fruit seller said, “Looks like you need something more than these raw stiff ones.”

Sumathi wanted not to embarrass herself further and said, “I don’t think I am interested in any of these.” The seller responded, “You mean the fruits, isn’t it?”

Without waiting for her response, he glanced over her body. He rested his eyes on her melons, which were now displaying the nipples as well, with the pallu deciding to steer clear for the fruit seller.

Finally, Sumathi, to salvage the situation, adjusted her pallu. She got her petticoat and saree down to regular length, looked squarely at the fruit seller. She said, “Bring it tomorrow and let’s see then.” The fruit seller sighed, looked at her navel, which she failed to cover.

He said, “I hope we can meet tomorrow like today,” and went out of the door. The entire exchange made Sumathi extremely wet and horny. She had read about fingering herself to relieve the pressure.

But she somehow wasn’t sure if her finger would do justice to what her pussy wanted after seeing that black mamba! She was so wet, and a casual glimpse of that big black cock got her imagination raising. She was now desperate for a cock in her pussy, even if it was of one of the low-class workers.