Well things started to get into a routine soon after that Ramnayak would come at six thirty in the morning, take a bath and start to do the cleaning his wife would come at 8.30 to prepare my morning tea and breakfast, while Ramu would be sweeping the floor. The both would wrap up cooking and cleaning by 12.30 and would go back to the Barsaati. At about 2.00 in the afternoon after my lunch I used to nap for a few hours. This was the time Prema , Ramu’s wife would come for her bath. Ramu always accompanied her. When Prema came out of the bathroom she used to be only in her blouse and petticoat but since Ramu was around I never dared to really come out of my room and look. The couple would also come in the evening to serve my dinner but would always leave together. So I never had a chance to make my move. Just looking at her move through the house gave me a hard on. I tried to be as discreet as possible especially when Ramu was also in the same room. What really excited me was the shape of her butt through the thin saree material when she used to wash the utensils over the washbasin. I would make frequent visits to the kitchen when she was working(on some pre text or the other). At times I even stroked my dick a few times, when her back was to me. She of course was oblivious to my attraction. This was really frustrating for me so I resorted to my nice collection of porn to satiate my libido.
On one of my occasional trips to the Bazaar I got a whole crate of beer. I had never heard of the brand but I was not being fussy. Beer was beer and that to in a place like this. That night after Ramu and Prema left I switched on some porn and opened the first bottle. The women in the flick was getting butt fucked by some dude. When the camera focused on her face I imagined it to be Prema. I masturbated on that and went off to sleep.
The next day I noticed that the crate contained one beer bottle less. I realized instantly that Ramu must have taken it. This got me interested, so I didn’t mention this to Ramu and acted as tough I had not noticed the absence of the bottle. In the evening I made a trip to the Bazaar and purchased a few rum and whisky bottles. The next day the same story repeated but this time Ramu couldn’t even make it on time for the morning chores.
At 8.30 sharp Prema came in. She seemed to be a bit worried and embarrassed. She told me that Ramu was not feeling well today so she’ll do all the work. I was elated, finally a chance to be alone with this lush creature. My plan had worked, I had guessed correctly. Ramu was an alcoholic. And it did dawn upon me that now I was coming closer to fulfill my fantasy.
Prema went to the kitchen to pick up the broom. When she returned she had tucked the Palloo of her saree in her petticoat exposing a bit of her beautiful belly. Though I couldn’t see her navel. I was sure that she had actually tied her petticoat much below the navel. I tried my best not to gawk at her bare belly but it was amazingly curvaceous and smooth. My next aim was to see her navel and caress that belly with my hands. But before that I had to ensure that Ramu was actually asleep. So I went up to the barsaati and peeked in through the window. Ramu was lying on the floor. His mouth open, snoring away to glory. I could see the empty rum bottle by his side. Satisfied I came down inside the house. Prema was still sweeping the floor. Her waist was glistening with sweat making it sexier. In fact looking at her made me so horny that I could fuck her there and then but I knew that I had to be patient.
After a few hours had past I decided to make a move. I said “Prema, just help me get a few clothes from the trunk in the loft”.”Jee Saabji”she replied. She came into the bedroom. I told her to climb on the stool (which was really rickety).She climbed but expectantly was not able to balance herself. On the pretext of balancing her I quickly grabbed her waist with both my hands and said “now its okay, I have you balanced just take out my shirts from the trunk”. My face was just at the same height as her waist. While she was opening the trunk my hands caressed her belly. I was really enjoying the sensation. I tried to peek at her navel but could not. I almost kissed her belly, when she said “Are these the shirts??”.