Ungodly Behaviors

The temple wasn’t that far. We reached there within 15 minutes. And I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it in the distance. It was a small temple, situated on top of a moonlit hill. The ambience was refreshing just as Shankar mentioned.  I could hear a faint soothing tribal music even from this distance which only added to the vibe. But unfortunately, the driveaway stopped at the foot of the small hill. We will have to hike the rest of the distance, which was like 100 meters.

Normally hiking that much distance on foot would have been a piece of cake for me. But here I was wearing a lehenga which reached all the way to my feet. I left my high heels in the car as it would be difficult to climb in those and I can’t enter the temple wearing it anyway. So, the extra few inches of my lehenga that should have been covered by my heels was dragging on the floor now. And since my hands were covered in raw mehndi, I couldn’t use them to hold up my skirt either.

So, I stopped on my tracks and looked at Shankar for help, but he had already climbed many steps ahead of me. How very ungentlemanly of him. I scowled and just stood there pouting, watching to see how far he will go before realizing I am not by his side anymore. He went almost 10-15 steps ahead before pausing and realizing my absence. He turned back confused and laughed realizing my dilemma. He jogged back to me in no time. For a man in his mid-fifties, he was surprisingly agile.

“Took you long enough to notice.” I said pouting.

He laughed embarrassingly. “Sorry about that. I didn’t imagine you would have any trouble.”

“Well don’t just stand there. Help me na.”

“0fcourse. But… how?” he asked uncertainty.

I nonverbally cued him to come and stand close behind me and hold the lehenga slightly upwards, so that it’s end won’t get dragged on the dirt as we moved. Shankar quickly caught the suggestion and came up behind me and held up the lehenga. His arms brushed against the side of my waist slightly as he brought his hands around me. It was just a small touch, but it was enough to get me thrilled and soon my senses were yearning for more. As added a subtle extra swing to my hips as we walked that so that my bare hips pressed his arms in turns with every step all the while suppressing by glee.

I thought Shankar might feel a little embarrassed to be seen physically assisting a girl like me. But he doesn’t seem worried about it at all. Also, it was a bit dark and there weren’t that many people around us and those who were there didn’t seem to pay us much attention. As soon as we reached the top Shankar let go of my lehenga and maintained a safe distance from me. To my surprise there were more than 50 people waiting in a queue in front of the temple.

“I told you right? It’s a Saturday night.” Shankar whispered close to my ears to be heard over loud music of the temple. His proximity was sending pleasant tingles down my spine making my insides clench deliciously. Goosebumps broke out all over my skin as I felt his cigarette smelling breath over the side of my side neck and earlobe. Uhh!! Get a grip Diya. I chide myself realizing how heated up I was getting by the second. My steps were starting to get all wobbly. I prayed to all gods listening to not let him notice it.

We went and joined the queue of people with me standing in front of Shankar. Soon more people joined in from behind us forcing him to stand close behind me. Not sure about him, but I was already getting turned on by the situation. My mind presented me with unwelcome yet sensual mental images of him hugging me from behind, with his hand wrapped around my bare belly, caressing while kissing and sucking all around my neck from behind. Gah!! I shook my head to clear my head realizing where I was. Sorry God. Please forgive my dirty thoughts.  I shouldn’t be entertaining such ungodly thoughts from a place like this – like how it would feel like if I just pretend to fall back on his chest? Hmm..Will he take up on the opportunity to feel me up? Again, my mind conjured up some steamy mental images. I blushed furiously. Thank God, he can’t see my face right now. I must be looking like a tomato from all the blushing….Wait!! Damn!! I am doing it again.  Sorry God! Please don’t punish me.

To distract myself from my raunchy thoughts, I asked the old lady standing in front of me about the temple, its rituals and its specialities. Turns out we came on a very auspicious day. A special pooja that is held in this temple only once a year was going to be held that day. That explains the rush.

“Is this your first time here, beti ?” she asked in her native Hindi dialect which was a bit hard for me to grasp. Though I could pull off speaking some decent Hindi, it was obvious I wasn’t a native from my accent, and the old lady must have picked up on that.

“Yes Aunty. I was just in the area to attend my brother’s wedding and shank….my papa here told me about this temple. So, I thought to come and visit.”

She looked at Shankar and smiled brightly. “Very beautiful daughter you have here sir. You should…” the rest of what she said was lost on me as her language got too localized for me to understand.

“That’s a good idea mam. I certainly will.”   Shankar answered politely. I smiled and nodded along pretending to understand.

“What was she talking about?” I whispered to Shankar as soon as she turned her back to me to speak to a lady standing at her front.

“Oh, it’s nothing. She was telling me to get you to do the holy bell ritual. It is just a silly custom that is followed here. It is believed that first timers that ring the holy bell here as many times as their age will be blessed with a long life.”

Hmm Interesting. Before I could ask him more about it the entrance door to the temple opened and mayhem ensued as people started pushing forwards in a rush to get to the door. Calm down people. God isn’t going anywhere. I got sandwiched between Shankar and the old lady like cutlet in a burger. Feeling Shankar’s torso pressed against my back was strangely arousing. I took advantage of the position and pushed back against his chest, rubbing my ass over his groin naughtily.

Suddenly I got pushed forward forcefully and simultaneously I felt a pair of hard calloused hands grabbing my waist. Ufff!!! That felt so good. I heaved a gasp and gulped hard. Shankar must have instinctively grabbed me to absorb the push from behind. Nevertheless, my senses zeroed in on his hands which were planted softly on the sides of my waist now. A pleasant tingly feeling was rapidly spreading all across my body from the point of contact electrifying my nerves. I recalled my naughty thoughts from moments ago which was a lot similar to what was happening right then.

The deity at this temple must be pretty powerful as even my sinful wishes were being answered now. I thought, looking at the open temple doors. I could almost sense God smirking at me saying ‘Be careful what you wish for youngling…Ask and you shall receive’.

We were standing so close now that I could literally feel his whole body rubbing against my back. Was this accidental or is he purposely trying to seduce me now? Well, if he was, he is certainly doing a very good job as I was rapidly turning into a quivery mass of raging female hormones by the second. Oh dear! How the tables have turned now. Breathe Diya! Breathe! I told myself. The rush somewhat subsided after a while and we had enough room to stand comfortably now. But neither did he back off nor did he take off his hands from my waist. And I was LOVING IT. I briefly wondered if I should take the initiative to move away and immediately buried that thought. I was enjoying this way too much.

I kept throwing furtive glances on all sides to see whether anybody was noticing us while enjoying being steered around by him by my bare waist. He did it as if he was helping me out in directing me, as my hands are not free. His warm scratchy fingers on my soft creamy belly felt so satisfying and overwhelming. Like a kid being carried by its father, I let myself be peacefully held safely inside his firm control. Every time we paused; he would rhythmically but softly move his fingers on my waist in accordance with the drumbeats. I tried so hard to wipe off the stupid grin that was threatening to spread across my face. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I would make him stop even if people started looking at us. Nobody really knew me here anyways. Screw dignity. Again, I marveled at the direction my thoughts were going. How very unladylike of me.  Still to keep things from getting too awkward I decided to try and keep some sort of casual conversation running between us.

“Umm..So Shankar!! Tell me more about this Holy Bell Ritual you were talking, earlier.” I tried to ask him over the cacophony of noises in the temple which started again after the temple entrance door was opened.

“Come again?!!” he asked, pulling me even closer to him in pretence of trying to hear me better and bending down to bring his face close to my cheeks. I accidentally brushed my lips, on his stubby cheeks and immediately pulled my face away blushing furiously. I could see a dimple forming on his stubbly cheeks as he smiled. I gulped. My nostrils filled with the pleasant musky scent of his cologne. I was actively turning into jelly on my feet now. And to make matters even worse his hands were now inching forward to the front of my belly now.

“What did you ask? I didn’t hear you the first time.” He prompted again, turning his face towards mine. I averted my gaze looking forward, blushing furiously as his face turned towards mine. His breath fell hot on my cheeks. His deep voice was so soft and soothing to my ears. Was it his hot breath or deep bass voice, or both, I was again hit by a wave of cold shiver all over the right side of my face and ears. Also I guess I’ve started wetting myself down there already. On top of that, he also slowly drew lines up and down with his forefingers on both sides of my bare stomach as if he expressed his impatience to keep waiting for my reply or as nonverbally sending me a question mark. It was so overwhelming, that I literally froze and numbed down for a couple of seconds. I could see my mehendi garnished arms, held up, but I couldn’t sense it anymore. His fingers were then properly feeling my belly with the middle finger of his right hand inching towards my navel. Did he really expect me to stay unaffected and respond back casually while driving me crazy like this?

“Later..” I gasped out. That was all I could manage as I was starting to hyperventilate now. This was so embarrassing as I was sure he could clearly see my predicament from up close and was smirking at me.

“Hmm..” he whispered faced down, and I could feel his breath on my shoulders even through the gauzy shawl. At the same time he was also tracing the rim of my shivering navel with his middle finger..”OK !!” he said giving two quick light pokes to my navel in rapid succession in wake of that ok and resumed resting his finger lightly on top of my reeling gasping navel. I closed my eyes feeling electrified by that quick tease, turned on and yearning for more. But his finger went back to lightly resting just below the navel in that eternal teasing position. I resisted the urge to whimper out a Please.

Then he leaned back to the previous position, but still I couldn’t relax even a bit, as his fingers right away restarted its soft rhythmic rubbing on the sides of my belly, except this time it wasn’t just rubs anymore. It was more like a potter softly moulding up a pot from the spinning clay as his fingers were sinking into my skin now. All of his fingers ran around fatally slow in a scratchy circular motion, which was so ticklish, that I couldn’t control my stomach from trembling. I wonder how each stroke of his fingers could be so soft and feather-like. I continuously kept sucking my gut in, obviously not to appear thinner but to endure the uncontrollable tickle. He often randomly kept pausing his movements for seconds as a tease. The anticipation of further ticklish movements of his fingers was weakening me further. 

Though I even had sex with my ex a few times, I was never ever become sexually this excited, neither was I’m aware of how sensitively these spots of my body actually would react. This man with his mere touches and whispers has started wetting my panty. I tried hard to continue breathing, to keep my bearings and hold on to that tiny thread of awareness of surroundings I still had so that I won’t do something blatantly obvious that would call the attention of others on to us. But it was getting harder and harder as Shankar seemed to me getting more bolder and more creative with each passing second. 

I felt the index fingers of both of his hands partially entering my navel and trying to spread my navel. I giggled despite myself trying not to, but immediately stifled it, pursing my lips hard. That seemed to amuse him as he paused and then scratched his fingers on my belly. I began shaking lightly with effort to keep my laughter in. Then without warning he inserted one of his index fingers inside my navel and pressed into my hypersensitive navel knot.

‘Szzzzzzzzz….’ I hissed, aroused to the core and weakly leaned back into him while turning my head away to my left. Little did I know that it had given him a perfect vantage point towards my exposed side neck. I felt him leaning closer to my neck, and even touching his nose on my ears and lips on the side of my neck together and whispering “I love listening to these kinds of folk music”. His lips were juicily munching on the sensitive skin on my neck with his squishy wet lips all while rotating his index finger inside my navel. I was momentarily pulled into oblivion as my senses burned with erotic pleasure. After vigorously teasing me like anything for not sure how long, he again whispered to my neck “Aren’t you loving this?”. Damn I was.

But I wonder how in that lusty haze I even managed to smile back and then nod yes to his question. He chuckled at my reply and took his head back and paused his tickling on my midriff. “Hoo..” I discreetly left a heavy sigh, relaxing my stomach, to realise that his fingers had only ceased tickling me but not gone anywhere away from my stomach.

Still, that was a major relief. I took a few seconds, to regain my consciousness I gulped, licked my lips wet and then took a few deep breaths. I stupidly thought that was all, everything was over and he had kind-heartedly let me back to my normal state.  But I could never be so wrong. He, after peacefully waiting for almost a minute to ensure that I had lowered my guard completely, out of nowhere, suddenly re-started his masterpiece, super soft tickling with all his ten fingers moving all around my midriff, which made me clench my whole torso even before I knew it. And this time he leaned and approached my neck from the other side, and placed his lips to the left side of my neck just below my ears and whispered “I wonder if these artists would be available in spotify”. He outrageously even sucked in a chunk of my flesh from my neck and played it with his lips when he said it. I reflexively moaned perhaps a little too loud having lost sense and sensibility by this surprise attack, and then awkwardly made that moan into a laughter later. He joking about it gave me a safe excuse to laugh out as I was already at the verge of it.

I suddenly felt his hands withdraw and a slight push with his chest, giving me the jolt I needed to snap out. I opened my eyes just in time to see the old lady turning back to look at me and I immediately pretended like I stubbed my toe. She told me to be careful to which I nodded perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Thankfully right at that moment the pace of the music picked up signifying the start of the pooja and I looked forward just in time to see a pandit opening the door of the deity. The lady immediately looked forward and started to pray in fervor along with others. I sighed out in relief at the narrow escape and pretended to pray while gathering my bearings.