My name is Dr. Ajay Singh. I am 5’10”, have a fair complexion, and an average build. After completing my internship from a government college, I was posted in a rural area of Madhya Pradesh.
Due to a breakup and not getting selected for an exam, I was already frustrated and didn’t have high hopes for this place. I never had any bad intentions toward anyone, but my boredom, restlessness, and opportunities led to something worth sharing.
My timings were 9 am to 2 pm, followed by evening OPD, which I rarely attended. I cooked breakfast myself, and for lunch and dinner, I had tiffin from Suman aunty, a neighbor who wanted to earn some extra money. I was happy with the taste as well.
The first week was normal. Then one day, I was roaming in the clinic where a patient was receiving rabies shots. At that time, the nurse, Riya, bent over for the injection. She was wearing a green kurti with deep cleavage (she looked like Shilpa Shetty). She caught me staring at her breasts and made big, intimidating eyes. Later, she talked about some stuff to normalize our rapport.
Out of the three nurses — Riya, Sonal, and Rakhi — Rakhi had the best figure, then Riya, then Sonal. Rakhi’s breasts bounce when she walks, and she is an eye candy. Their duties are one at a time, so I only get to see Rakhi on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Things were better at my room, where Suman aunty treated me with a smile whenever she came with tiffin. Sometimes her daughter, who was in college, would bring the tiffin. She was the most peachy. I always felt she overdressed just to deliver the tiffin, and her eyes lit up whenever I accidentally touched her hand. I used to ask about things, comment on her saree and appreciate her food.
One day, I cracked a double-meaning joke with her. Before she could laugh, I winked at her. She didn’t respond much, just smiled and went away. I thought maybe this would be a dry year for me, but things became spicy by the third week only.
One day, she brought kheer (rice pudding) for me, and I insisted that she eat a little with me, and she agreed. Now, the twist is that I wasn’t wearing underwear, which made my penis quite apparent if it became erect underneath my grey lower, and I had forgotten this.
She sat on the bed while I sat in the chair and table for eating lunch. I served the pudding to both of us and sat on the chair. A little chemistry had already built up between us. She was about 42, and I am 26 years old. She was wearing a blue saree and blouse, had good, medium-sized breasts, a fair, round face, and a Shraddha Kapoor-like face.
After one spoon, I applauded, “Wow, aunty, it’s so good. Why aren’t you eating?”
I took a full spoon and guided it to her mouth while standing. By this time, my penis was semi-erect. While she tried to deflect my hand with the spoon, I persisted and made her taste the pudding.
By mistake, her hand touched my private place while I kept smiling. She swiftly took away her hand. Now she couldn’t see me eye to eye, while I became more confident and smirked, saying, “Ye sab toh chalta hai,” to which she said, “What are you saying? It happened by mistake.”
I said I wouldn’t mind even if it happened without mistake and kept eating pudding. She also started eating pudding.
Soon she finished and went back home with the tiffin. I texted her, “I feel excited about someone after a really long time. I’m happy to feel this way,” to which she didn’t reply. I was happy for some time, but then I started thinking she would tell her husband, so I deleted it.
At night, I thought her daughter would come, but thankfully, only Suman aunty came. I told her, “Please come inside… I want to talk for 2 minutes.”
She came inside and said, “I read your message.”
Before she could say anything else, I told her I really liked her and would like to continue ahead with whatever happened in the afternoon. Really, I was damn scared.
She stood up, angry, and started walking away. I was just standing there. She stopped and kissed me on the lips passionately and left the room. I was so overjoyed that I jerked off 4 times that night and slept like a child.
My happy face was seen at the clinic as well, but that was soon going to change. As soon as I reached the clinic, I couldn’t see anyone. I checked our WhatsApp group; today, no nurse was going to come. Shit, it was going to be boring.
I opened my notes and started studying. But I wondered where Rajesh, the pharmacist, and the cleaner were. I took a walk in the clinic, and I heard some noise.
From the little open window of a closed room, I could see Rajesh grabbing Rashmi’s breast with one hand and his other hand inside her panties. Oh boy, what a scene it was.
I didn’t waste much time and started filming them secretly. Rajesh’s pants were down, and his penis was rubbing on Rashmi’s ass while his hands were massaging her pussy, and the other was struggling to take her breast out of her bra.
Rashmi’s firm ass and perky boobs were never on my radar, but the scene in front of my eyes was terrific. Soon they were both completely nude, and Rajesh was fucking her from behind in a rhythmic fashion.
Rashmi was bent over the table. I could see her side boob pressed on the table, and Rajesh holding her shoulders for grip. Soo,n Rajesh took both of Rashmi’s hands behind her back and put in all the effort he could.
I realized this was coming to an end. I stopped recording and went to my desk.
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