"Shyam Bhaiya..." She whispered in his ear as she felt him stirring.
"Hmm?" He responded, half awake. His palm rubbed across her bare breast.
"Ek baat poochun?"
"Can I ask you something?" She asked hesitantly.
"Haan, kya baat hai?"
"Yes, what's it?" Shyam responded, fully awake now.
"Uss din jab aapne Didi ko apni peeth ragadne ko kaha tab kya hua?"
"What happened that day when you asked Didi to rub your back?" She asked.
That day, she had seen Shyam & Savita disappear in his flat. They had returned after a good couple of hours. She had been dying to find out all the details but so far Shyam had not obliged, as he was usually wont to do. So, she had finally gathered enough courage & asked outright.
Shyam threw his head back & let out a bellow of hearty laughter. He slapped her ass playfully as his laughter subsided.
"Yeh jaan kar tu kya karegi?"
"Why do you want to know?" He teased her, smiling mischievously.
"Just like that..." She said diffidently, burying her face in his shoulder.
"Baap re! Aap dono behnen toh meri poori chutti karanewali hain. Achha baba, le sun..."
"My God! You two sisters are going to be my undoing. OK honey, listen." Shyam exclaimed, his mind wandering back to relive the delicious memories of that wonderful afternoon, when Savita had followed him into his apartment, ostensibly to give him a back rub as he bathed.
"Savita Bhabhi, yeh kya aap toh khali haath aa gayi! Meri peeth kis se ragdengi?"
"What's this, Savita Bhabhi, you've come empty handed. What are you going to scrub my back with?" He had enquired when Savita had followed him into his apartment.
"Bhabhi, thoda besan our doodh le ke aaiye. Usse peeth ragdi jaati hai."
"Bhabhi, please bring some chickpea flour & milk. That's what is used for back scrubbing." He explained when he'd seen her confusion.
He had stripped down to his shorts & seated himself on a small stool in his bathroom by the time Savita returned with the stuff & locked the door of his apartment behind her. She knew they needed privacy for what was about to happen.
Under his guidance, she had mixed the coarsely ground chickpea flour & milk into a thickish paste & squirted some coconut oil in it.
"Haan, ab issko meri peeth par lagakar achhi tarah se ragadiye."
"Yes, now put some of this on my back & give it a good scrubbing." He had commanded her, after having tested the consistency of the paste & added a bit more oil. Savita had obeyed and started to diffidently rub his back. She had never done this before & hence was rather awkward and too gentle.
"Aise nahin. Rukiye, main aapko dikhata hoon."
"Not like this. Wait, I'll show you." He'd said.
He'd then seated her on the stool with her back to him. He'd asked her to tie her hair high up on her head so that her neck & a wide expanse of shoulders & back were exposed above the neckline of her blouse. He had then smeared some paste on her skin and started to rub it in, using firm yet gentle strokes of his fingers, occasionally pinching & kneading her flesh. Although Savita was initially a bit nervous & apprehensive, she soon relaxed and started enjoying the pleasurable sensations his massage was evoking. Her eyes half closed and a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She'd taken her pallu off her shoulders and held it up against her bosom, so that it wouldn't get soiled.
Soon, Shyam had forgotten that he was supposed to give her only a demo, and had really thrown himself into the task at hand. She'd sensed Shyam gently undoing the hooks of her blouse & unclasping her bra. Dreamily, she'd allowed Shyam to peel her blouse & bra off. He had also eased off the ornaments she'd worn around her neck and on her arms & wrists. He had then led her by her hand into the living room. He had cleared some space & spread a sheet on the floor. He'd then made her lie on her stomach, her head turned to one side, resting on her folded arms. The fair skin of her bare back & shoulders lay exposed. Her full breasts swelled out from her sides.
Shyam had gotten down on his knees and massaged her back & shoulders, starting with light, feathery strokes of his fingertips & then gradually working up the pressure & length of his strokes until he was using the heel of his palms and putting his entire weight behind the strokes. He'd started sweating & grunting with the exertion. With the heat being generated by the massage, tiny rolls of dried paste combined with exfoliated skin had started to rub off, exposing a healthy, glowing, clean skin that had turned pink with the stimulation.