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It was a quiet night in the rural village of Craignesh in South Trinidad. I had just brought in the goats from grazing, and gave the cow some cut grass. The weather was ominous, you've all experienced it...the overcast evenings. It was dark since midday, so it was hard to tell what the actual time was...and again very quiet.
Just as I was rinsing off the stink of the cow pen from knee high rubber boots, I started thinking of her...sweet sumintra, the pommerac of my eye, the hog plum of my dreams.
Coincidentally, and some may say fatefully, I heard a small voice calling my name softly...seductively from the bhaji patch, behind the fig trees...
I became dizzy with anticipation at the sound of my name. I dropped the boots and slipped on my good rubber slippers. I was very ashamed at the red onhes I had repaired with the safety pin the week before.
I quickly glanced over to the house. Yes Ma was still kneading a loya to make roti for us. Pa's bicycle was not outside, he was probably on his second or third nip of puncheon by now. He did, after all, take milk and dasheen to sell in market this morning. Ma was kneading furiously, I thought it might be an even better idea to slip away now and avoid the inevitable confrontation later...
I picked my way in the darkness through the peas patch, walking carefully on the concrete blocks that formed an improvised path to the fig trees and the beckoning voice in the bhaji leaves beyond.
Although cool, it was humid, as if just about to rain. I was sweating, perhaps it was the humidity, perhaps it was the humidity...in my second hand jockey shorts I got from my uncle Rajmohan two years ago.
Although I had admired Sumintra from afar, I had only a few fleeting words with her before now;
"Dais a nice dress yuh have orn",
"Yuh does brush yuh teeth real white gyul!"
Trifling words now when I think about the momentous occasion that was about to present itself...
I came upon the edge of the full, deep green bhaji's, there she was...Sumintra. She was not one of these modern girls with their Hi-Fi radios, and lipstick and all of that stuff. I never understood this penchant for these skinny girls either.
Sumintra was plump and healthy looking, she enjoyed her food almost to an erotic extent. I remember stealing furtive glances at her, scooping a handful of paratha and curry aloo, with a little mother-in-law, such skill and dexterity.
Her large breasts were showing a little under the dark blue sari. She laid out an old sheet and had a silver pt and something in a cloth wrap laying next to her.
I drank in her expansive frame right down to her well spread toes, an excellent and attractive trait of girls working in the lagoon....
Sumintra made a signal for me to sit, I did so as delicately as I could, not wanting to ruin the moment with any boisterous behaviors.
She opened the pot and cloth;
"Yuh want some roti and eddoes tackharee?"
My favourite!
She pursed her full lips while she ate her roti and tackharee...I started to get a strange stirring in those old...old jockey shorts...she took notice and started lifting the the hem of her sari.
At the same time she pulled down one side of her sari blouse to reveal a huge breast with a nipple the size of a cork ball. Her nipple was erect and looked like a governer plum ready to be picked.
She dipped a quarter roti in the eddoes tackaree and started to make small circles around her nipple, leaving the eddoes sauce trailing around the circumference...
I Ate it gratefully, she had some as well. I don't have to remind you about the seductiveness of her eating. This woman did not eat she made love to her food...
Sumintra deftly pulled down the other side of her top, I was astonished to see another perfectly matched breast staring back at me.
By this time the sari had been pulld all the way up as well, I got a glimpse of a humungous pink polyester thing lurking below.
I groaned in anticipation...
Sumintra asked me to take of the parachute sized polyester garment, I did so with trembling hands and a soul that trembled even more. Just as I got it off, a crack of thunder and a flash of lightneing, briefly illuminating what looked like a good sized oncooked eddoes (the irony). The image seared unto my mind forever!
I made a tremulous movement to enter...she beckoned me with those over Kajalled eyes...
he rain was pounding now, it went from drizzle to downpour in seconds, I could not take it any more, before I enterred her, I felt a warm feeling welling up inside me...
"No, NOT NOW!!!!!", I shouted.
I could not believe it!
Pfft pfffffffft squirt....
It was all over. I ran home in the rain, thankful that that I had been drenched and the water covered up my tears and emarrassment...I will never forget Sumintra's mocking laughter as my one good rubber slipper got caught in the mud trying to flee the traumatic scene...
snypaz wrote:It was a quiet night in the rural village of Craignesh in South Trinidad. I had just brought in the goats from grazing, and gave the cow some cut grass. The weather was ominous, you've all experienced it...the overcast evenings. It was dark since midday, so it was hard to tell what the actual time was...and again very quiet.
Just as I was rinsing off the stink of the cow pen from knee high rubber boots, I started thinking of her...sweet sumintra, the pommerac of my eye, the hog plum of my dreams.
Coincidentally, and some may say fatefully, I heard a small voice calling my name softly...seductively from the bhaji patch, behind the fig trees...
I became dizzy with anticipation at the sound of my name. I dropped the boots and slipped on my good rubber slippers. I was very ashamed at the red onhes I had repaired with the safety pin the week before.
I quickly glanced over to the house. Yes Ma was still kneading a loya to make roti for us. Pa's bicycle was not outside, he was probably on his second or third nip of puncheon by now. He did, after all, take milk and dasheen to sell in market this morning. Ma was kneading furiously, I thought it might be an even better idea to slip away now and avoid the inevitable confrontation later...
I picked my way in the darkness through the peas patch, walking carefully on the concrete blocks that formed an improvised path to the fig trees and the beckoning voice in the bhaji leaves beyond.
Although cool, it was humid, as if just about to rain. I was sweating, perhaps it was the humidity, perhaps it was the humidity...in my second hand jockey shorts I got from my uncle Rajmohan two years ago.
Although I had admired Sumintra from afar, I had only a few fleeting words with her before now;
"Dais a nice dress yuh have orn",
"Yuh does brush yuh teeth real white gyul!"
Trifling words now when I think about the momentous occasion that was about to present itself...
I came upon the edge of the full, deep green bhaji's, there she was...Sumintra. She was not one of these modern girls with their Hi-Fi radios, and lipstick and all of that stuff. I never understood this penchant for these skinny girls either.
Sumintra was plump and healthy looking, she enjoyed her food almost to an erotic extent. I remember stealing furtive glances at her, scooping a handful of paratha and curry aloo, with a little mother-in-law, such skill and dexterity.
Her large breasts were showing a little under the dark blue sari. She laid out an old sheet and had a silver pt and something in a cloth wrap laying next to her.
I drank in her expansive frame right down to her well spread toes, an excellent and attractive trait of girls working in the lagoon....
Sumintra made a signal for me to sit, I did so as delicately as I could, not wanting to ruin the moment with any boisterous behaviors.
She opened the pot and cloth;
"Yuh want some roti and eddoes tackharee?"
My favourite!
She pursed her full lips while she ate her roti and tackharee...I started to get a strange stirring in those old...old jockey shorts...she took notice and started lifting the the hem of her sari.
At the same time she pulled down one side of her sari blouse to reveal a huge breast with a nipple the size of a cork ball. Her nipple was erect and looked like a governer plum ready to be picked.
She dipped a quarter roti in the eddoes tackaree and started to make small circles around her nipple, leaving the eddoes sauce trailing around the circumference...
I Ate it gratefully, she had some as well. I don't have to remind you about the seductiveness of her eating. This woman did not eat she made love to her food...
Sumintra deftly pulled down the other side of her top, I was astonished to see another perfectly matched breast staring back at me.
By this time the sari had been pulld all the way up as well, I got a glimpse of a humungous pink polyester thing lurking below.
I groaned in anticipation...
Sumintra asked me to take of the parachute sized polyester garment, I did so with trembling hands and a soul that trembled even more. Just as I got it off, a crack of thunder and a flash of lightneing, briefly illuminating what looked like a good sized oncooked eddoes (the irony). The image seared unto my mind forever!
I made a tremulous movement to enter...she beckoned me with those over Kajalled eyes...
he rain was pounding now, it went from drizzle to downpour in seconds, I could not take it any more, before I enterred her, I felt a warm feeling welling up inside me...
"No, NOT NOW!!!!!", I shouted.
I could not believe it!
Pfft pfffffffft squirt....
It was all over. I ran home in the rain, thankful that that I had been drenched and the water covered up my tears and emarrassment...I will never forget Sumintra's mocking laughter as my one good rubber slipper got caught in the mud trying to flee the traumatic scene...
Take win fadda.... muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
*chokes*
*dies*
crazybalhead wrote:It was a quiet night in the rural village of Craignesh in South Trinidad. I had just brought in the goats from grazing, and gave the cow some cut grass. The weather was ominous, you've all experienced it...the overcast evenings. It was dark since midday, so it was hard to tell what the actual time was...and again very quiet.
Just as I was rinsing off the stink of the cow pen from knee high rubber boots, I started thinking of her...sweet sumintra, the pommerac of my eye, the hog plum of my dreams.
Coincidentally, and some may say fatefully, I heard a small voice calling my name softly...seductively from the bhaji patch, behind the fig trees...
I became dizzy with anticipation at the sound of my name. I dropped the boots and slipped on my good rubber slippers. I was very ashamed at the red onhes I had repaired with the safety pin the week before.
I quickly glanced over to the house. Yes Ma was still kneading a loya to make roti for us. Pa's bicycle was not outside, he was probably on his second or third nip of puncheon by now. He did, after all, take milk and dasheen to sell in market this morning. Ma was kneading furiously, I thought it might be an even better idea to slip away now and avoid the inevitable confrontation later...
I picked my way in the darkness through the peas patch, walking carefully on the concrete blocks that formed an improvised path to the fig trees and the beckoning voice in the bhaji leaves beyond.
Although cool, it was humid, as if just about to rain. I was sweating, perhaps it was the humidity, perhaps it was the humidity...in my second hand jockey shorts I got from my uncle Rajmohan two years ago.
Although I had admired Sumintra from afar, I had only a few fleeting words with her before now;
"Dais a nice dress yuh have orn",
"Yuh does brush yuh teeth real white gyul!"
Trifling words now when I think about the momentous occasion that was about to present itself...
I came upon the edge of the full, deep green bhaji's, there she was...Sumintra. She was not one of these modern girls with their Hi-Fi radios, and lipstick and all of that stuff. I never understood this penchant for these skinny girls either.
Sumintra was plump and healthy looking, she enjoyed her food almost to an erotic extent. I remember stealing furtive glances at her, scooping a handful of paratha and curry aloo, with a little mother-in-law, such skill and dexterity.
Her large breasts were showing a little under the dark blue sari. She laid out an old sheet and had a silver pt and something in a cloth wrap laying next to her.
I drank in her expansive frame right down to her well spread toes, an excellent and attractive trait of girls working in the lagoon....
Sumintra made a signal for me to sit, I did so as delicately as I could, not wanting to ruin the moment with any boisterous behaviors.
She opened the pot and cloth;
"Yuh want some roti and eddoes tackharee?"
My favourite!
She pursed her full lips while she ate her roti and tackharee...I started to get a strange stirring in those old...old jockey shorts...she took notice and started lifting the the hem of her sari.
At the same time she pulled down one side of her sari blouse to reveal a huge breast with a nipple the size of a cork ball. Her nipple was erect and looked like a governer plum ready to be picked.
She dipped a quarter roti in the eddoes tackaree and started to make small circles around her nipple, leaving the eddoes sauce trailing around the circumference...
I Ate it gratefully, she had some as well. I don't have to remind you about the seductiveness of her eating. This woman did not eat she made love to her food...
Sumintra deftly pulled down the other side of her top, I was astonished to see another perfectly matched breast staring back at me.
By this time the sari had been pulld all the way up as well, I got a glimpse of a humungous pink polyester thing lurking below.
I groaned in anticipation...
Sumintra asked me to take of the parachute sized polyester garment, I did so with trembling hands and a soul that trembled even more. Just as I got it off, a crack of thunder and a flash of lightneing, briefly illuminating what looked like a good sized oncooked eddoes (the irony). The image seared unto my mind forever!
I made a tremulous movement to enter...she beckoned me with those over Kajalled eyes...
he rain was pounding now, it went from drizzle to downpour in seconds, I could not take it any more, before I enterred her, I felt a warm feeling welling up inside me...
"No, NOT NOW!!!!!", I shouted.
I could not believe it!
Pfft pfffffffft squirt....
It was all over. I ran home in the rain, thankful that that I had been drenched and the water covered up my tears and emarrassment...I will never forget Sumintra's mocking laughter as my one good rubber slipper got caught in the mud trying to flee the traumatic scene...
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