Sumathi’s Fantasy – Part 1

Curious! Curious indeed. What would a big dick look like? A workman’s dick. Off late, Sumathi, even before any rational thought could filter her views, had sneaked a glance at the crotch of the vegetable vendor at every opportunity.

His well-built body and unique way of getting his lungi over his knees only excited Sumathi further. With just enough to tease, the forbidden view said enough about her newfound habit of stealing glances.

Sumathi, born in an orthodox family, brought up like every other orthodox kid, never had these perverted intentions until recently. She was nearing 40, and her kids had grown up enough not to pay her attention. The same can be said about her husband, who worked overtime to keep him busy.

She had a very traditional face and looked beautiful even at 40. Age only made her body even more sensual, with flesh in the right areas. No one at home paid attention to a voluptuous woman who was the eye candy whenever she made her walk on the road.

She was well endowed both at the top and back. Her color was a striking white. Given she lives in a small town in southern India, she has always been the object of attraction every time she makes her appearance. Until a few years back, she used to hate all the men’s eyes preying on her body.

She is accustomed to wearing the traditional saree, and however hard you try to cover yourself, the saree does have a unique way of making you look sexy. No other cloth can make you look that sexy.

Recently, Sumathi, out of curiosity, started browsing links on her mobile phone, taking her to websites specializing in extramarital affairs and adultery. She never realized how addictive it was until she started it. She was also hooked on exhibitionism.

She was delighted to read about how men worship women’s bodies. She started noticing the glances of men waiting to catch a glimpse of her navel. All this made her excited and more confident about her body and herself. After all, what’s in a slight indulgence compared to what happens around the world.

All of this came to a bold experiment she did a few weeks back. Sumathi wanted to be adored, yearned for and worshipped if possible. So in one of her evening forays into the local market – given her color, she wore a black cotton saree.

She wore a similar colored blouse. This was a blouse she had locked away for months. This was a blouse that was one size lower than her actual breast size. Wearing that just acted like a push-up bra. But at the same time, it wasn’t tight to make her feel uncomfortable.

She didn’t do anything extravagant with her bra, petticoat and panties. She wasn’t sure how this would all play out and wanted to be safe. She only wanted to be eye candy for everyone to enjoy. Not create unnecessary attention to herself and lead into a situation she can’t handle.

So a push-up bra variety blouse and black cotton saree stiff on her body, only this time, she wore it way below her navel. Sumathi stepped out of her house when the evening lights were fading, but not also dark at the same time. The idea was to see how men react to her and feel happy and elated.

It wasn’t suitable to walk in the dark with no one to notice the goddess coming down the road for a single purpose. For the men’s pleasure and pleasure only! The moment she stepped out of her door, the driver next door cleaning the car couldn’t believe his eyes.

She wore a simple bindi, let the gold chain drop down her breasts. But given its size, the chain’s contours were a sight on their own. With every step, the melons bounced, and the chain just bobbed along with it. The driver couldn’t take his eyes off her. He tried to but couldn’t.

Not to mention the round navel peeking out whenever she took a step forward. Given her age, she had the right flesh around her hips and was given where she wore her saree. Those hips were a sight on their own. The driver just stood openly gaping at Sumathi for a good minute before he could come to his senses.

Sumathi walked towards the auto stand at the corner of her street. The lone auto driver noticed her way before she could see the auto. She could see the auto driver undressing her with his eyes. She could also see him adjusting his dick.

She didn’t stop, but she just made her walk even more sexy by an exaggerated swaying of the hips. Unknown to her, this exaggerated swaying just made the navel peak out even more easily. Wasn’t she a treat! She was near the auto, and the auto driver couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts.

He kept stealing glances at her hip to say hello to the hiding but quite evidently exhibited navel. She said, “Market.”

The driver said, “Get in.”

And he waited for her to bend and get in while he was watching her melons, hip and navel being parcelled into the tiny auto. He didn’t realize how good her ass was until she completely went inside the auto to seat herself. All he could do was thank his stars for this being his lucky day.

He kept looking over his rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the body of this goddess. The auto arrives at the market entrance. This is an entire road filled with whatever a small town market would offer. Sumathi gets down and pays the auto driver.

For the first time, she didn’t have to haggle with the driver. He agreed to whatever she gave him while his eyes kept moving from her breasts to her hips. Sumathi decided the reward the driver with a better view. So she turns to the side rather than facing him while reaching for her purse.

The auto driver got a good full view of her hips, navel, and melons while she kept moving her hands, searching for her purse. The auto driver had one of the best views of her supple body. He couldn’t resist adjusting his dick while watching the pleasure show put on by Sumathi.

While she was paying for her ride, the entire crowd on the road just noticed what a treat they were in for today. Sumathi walks down the street. While looking for her first stall to buy vegetables, she could sense the entire crowd looking at her.

Looking at her hips, her navel playing hide and seek. Of course, the cotton saree made her breasts larger due to the stiffness. Given she had sat down in the auto and got down again. Her saree wasn’t in the same state when she had worn it. Given the movements, a cotton saree tends to reveal more if you don’t adjust it.

Adjust is what she didn’t do! So the melons were even more protruding. The saree ‘pallu’ required to cover her entire breast was slightly away to reveal at least 25% of her left breast. The same ‘pallu’ was required to cover her hips and navel.

Given its change in position, it revealed a lot more of the hip and navel. The white hip was staring out of a black covering. No one can resist that. Every one of the hawkers, crowd and pedestrians were glued to that hip flesh with a chance to sight a navel along with whatever boob exposure the saree provided.

Every hawker wanted her to come to their shop. Whether she buys or not, at least they could feast their eyes on her body. She could just plain mind read on why she suddenly became the cynosure of every eye on that street.

Sumathi picked up a crowded vegetable vendor and somehow waded through the maze of human bodies to reach the front. Little did she realize, her struggle to get to the front moved her ‘pallu’ to reveal most of her left breast. The navel was in full sight for anyone!

The vegetable vendor couldn’t help but keep staring at her navel. His teenage helper kid just dropped everything to assist Sumathi with buying what she was planning. With such a crowd comes the prying hands and inquisitive fingers.

She, as a woman, knew this was to be expected whenever she went to a crowded place in India. This crowd was no different. Given it was early evening, they were also crowds of all varieties.

The place she was standing was filled with street cart hawkers who were buying wholesale. So she will be filled with working-type men, with just a banian and lungi. Those lungis were just a formality, given most of the money is stored in their underwear.

Sumathi realized she was standing amongst 10 men in a closed 3×3 feet space. She was holding her bag. Given the state of her saree, she just realized how vulnerable she was. Her feminine instincts kicked in to move her saree around her pallu and hip area.

But her new experiment brain desisted her from taking action. She slowly started immersing herself in the situation she was in. Every eye was ravishing her exposed body. There was a sudden drop in noise level as she stood there, and the men around her couldn’t control themselves.

Suddenly she realized the men started coming closer in the pretext of the crowd. That’s when she realized small swipes near hips. She didn’t know who but couldn’t turn around even to see that as it was crowded. Then came the biggest shock of her life.

Someone just grabbed one of her love handles and pressed it hard. There was a pain. But there was also a sensation of pleasure in it as the hands were calloused. The way it pressed her hips, it was caressing rather than a grab.

Instinctively, she just moved her hands to that portion, but that caresser was already done. Meanwhile, the vendor had started handing over the bought vegetables. It made her focus on getting that across the shop. The pallu moved entirely to the right, revealing her entire right breast.

Her navel was exposed, and her hip was at people’s mercy. The men around her got shifty and were hollering for the shopkeeper to get their orders served and started moving closer. Sumathi suddenly poked in her butt, and someone felt her navel simultaneously.

Before she could react, she realized someone held her by love handles. A throbbing hot dick was placed right between her butt crack over the saree. Meanwhile, one of the men in front of her kept pushing her left boob with his elbow.

In that process, he was also using his hands to play around her exposed hip area. After her initial shock, she was overwhelmed with this manhandling. She was slowly experiencing pleasure in how these wicked acts triggered her not to do anything. Her entire brain was screaming to get out of that place or even shout.

Just when she wanted the experience to continue for some more time, the vendor asked if she needed anything more. Given the state she was in, all Sumathi could do was nod her head, saying, “No.” She instinctively made her first move to get out of the crowd.

All this lasted for not more than 10 minutes. But it gave her the best experience of pleasure in a long time. Also, since she moved to get out, all the men around her moved away, giving her space. But with an earnest appeal asking her to stay longer given this is the best pleasure they would have had in years.

But she managed to get out of the crowd. All those manhandling only left her dress even more retracted. Her pallu was almost between her breasts. Her left breast was exposed entirely. The gold chain was hanging just below her nipple on the right side.

The pallu had slid to almost give 70 – 80% exposure. Her cotton blouse hung tightly on her breast. The exposure magnified an already seductive pair of melons and invited everyone around her to have a pump. Less said about the impact of this on her hip exposure better.

It was on full-on view. Her navel didn’t need any more seeking. It was on display. The evening cool breeze was only making it even more seductive. Her hips on either side were also on display, with the right amount of flesh hanging on either side.

Her saree was almost caught between her ass crack. Given the poke she received earlier in the crowd. All that made her ass more visible figuratively through the saree. The saree made some slight contours around her ass crack.

It gave the viewer the measure of what to expect if they want to undress Sumathi right there! Sumathi didn’t realize her state of the exposure until she walked a few steps away from the crowd. Given the 4-5 minutes of caresses, she was already feeling wet down there.

The stares, in general, she had been demanding until now. The dick poke, though just a poke, made her imagination run wild and more than the actual happening. The tease caused her to feel titillated, and she was elated. Her thoughts were swirling around what had happened.

There was no focus on the current state of her saree and the body show she was putting together in public. It was a show as everyone stood still and consumed whatever Sumathi put out for everyone. Even walking nude wouldn’t have garnered so much dick holding amongst the men.

The tease with the sari almost made everyone go mad. The forbidden fruit and the societal norms governing human existence were being cursed all around. In a stateless society, the immediate reaction from these men was to fuck Sumathi right there on the road.

Fuck her like how her body would have wanted. Fuck her to her fulfillment like how nature would have wanted her to experience a pleasure. Her walk back to the auto stand would have gone down the annals of history. The best that has ever happened to men.

It would be a view they will take their grave. It was a view that would make your hand go to your dick to convince the dick to take it in fully via eyes. Also, lament that you couldn’t do much beyond just viewing the public exhibition Sumathi put on.

The auto drivers feasted on her while she got into the auto and was driven home. All she could do on her way back was to feel elated. Her experiment did give her a glimpse of the pleasure she could have only imagined until now. That had her satisfied for the time being.

But it also made her bold to see how far she could do and what more pleasure holds in secret that she hasn’t forayed into. She got down and paid the auto driver while standing close to him, almost poking the auto driver’s face with her pointed breasts.

The auto driver did not get down. She stood while searching for her purse, only giving the auto driver the best close-up view of her breast. With her nipples saying “hello,” her hips had smooth skin. But the navel held the auto driver’s gaze.

He couldn’t move his eyes and responded in single consonants when asked questions. He was fixated on her navel. She deliberately took more time than usual to get her purse out of the bag. At the same time, the auto driver was engaged, another 3 minutes.

He wouldn’t have been able to control himself and would have either touched her navel or licked it. It just gave Sumathi more excitement to see men behave like this in front of her body. Well, nothing happened, and she got back into the safety and boredom her house offered.

She stood in front of the mirror and looked at what caused this commotion. She went through each event of her experiment with exhibitionism, second by second, while undressing. Subconsciously, her finger went to her pussy to feel the wetness and also the pleasure she had!