Joanie Come Lately

by Josephine Gonsalves

 

The first rains had come and the weather had cooled down. The schools would soon be reopening for another academic year. Sitting on the balcony, of my storied apartment, watching the teenagers frolicking in the rain,below, got me all mushed up and thinking about that 'YEAR'.One of the best years of my life.

Living in the crowded suburb of Mumbai is always eventful. What with all the vibrant mix of culture, colour, faiths etc. Like all teenage boys, of our neighbourhood, I too rolled along, playing cricket, flying kites, and in the late afternoons teasing the hawkers,shopkeepers, and young girl who passed by on their way to market, doing errands etc. In short I was typical Bombay boy.

However fate had a surprise for me. One evening the power suddenly failed and in the busy street below confusion prevailed. To add to it a heavy drizzle had just started. I borrowed our family flashlight and went down, to the street to join in the general choas. I got together with my friends, with the intention,of adding to the confusion. However fate interwined.

She, was a new comer to our neighbourhood. She was tall, for an indian women and also a little well built. She hid these features by wearing sarees with wide necked blouses and always draping her 'pallu', causually across her shoulders, giving her a much younger look. She was living alone on the second story of the last block, on our street, Her husband was on abroad, in some gulf state. The local boys always, commented in hushed voices whenever she passed by, on her style,new sarees, perfume etc.

That evening She had her hand full with purchases, and the rain made in a little difficult to hold all her bags, hold her umbrella and lift her sari to avoid it getting mud, all at the same time. I saw that she was in trouble and needed help. I don't know why but I found myself shyly asking if I could help her. She was surprised, not knowing if I was serious or just chidding her. But on repeating the offer to help she realised that the offer was serious. I helped her with the heavy bags, and we slowly walked on to her apartment, not saying much. She asked me my name and told me hers. I was'nt expecting her to be friendly, especially to one of the naughty boys, and someone from a different culture and faith.

We reached her apartment, and I was turning to go back, when all of a sudden the power was restored and whole street was once again, bathed in light. The sudden light caught me and her off guard and I bumped into her as she bent over to open the door. For the first time I looked at her and started to blush. She opened her door and asked me to come inside. She took the purchases from me and took them inside to her kitchen. She returned with a towel, wiping her hair and arms. She realised that I was completely drenched and immediately said that I would catch a cold and proceeded to wipe my hair. I was completely taken aback by her gesture and started to protest, saying it was alright. But she would not hear any of it. She said that I could use a hot shower and gave me a towel to dry up while she was prepared some hot soup. When I returned to her sitting room she had changed her wet saree and was using an electric dryer to dry her hair ( imported). Back then a hair dryer was something new to me and so I looked a little amazed . she saw my look and started to dry my long hair. When she was done she remarked on how nice and soft it was and how easy to handle it was. I told her that I took good care of it and how all the other boys were jealous of it. That made her laugh. She had a nice laugh. She said she had prepared some soup, but I would not enjoy it, with my wet clothes, which I had rinsed out and worn again. I said it was alright, but she was already heading me to her bedroom. Her bed room was very feminine and I was starting to blush.

This was the first women bedroom, I had entered since my turning a teen and she must have realised. She got me a pink pyjama set and asked me to change

Into them while she got the soup.

As I started changing into the pink pyjamas, I realised that this was her clothes and a sudden strange feeling come over me. This was a completely new experience. I had never before worn anything remotely feminine. I also noticed that my member was stirring as never before. I lookedi the mirror and got a surprise, she had styled my straight hair like a girl. This was getting embarrassing and I was thinking how to get out of this situation. I did not expect putting on a woman's pajamas could excite me so much. Here I was, hardly acquainted and already excited, beyond my control. I don't know how but I lost control and climaxed. She had entered, without my knowing, and suddenly came up behind me and hugged me. This further excited me, her mature body against mine and I climaxed even more and started to shiver. She then made me face her and hugged me to her, all the time running her hands over my chest and bottoms.

After a time, she encircled my waist and I slowly lifted my arms and put them around her neck. We started slowly moving,dancing to an unknown melody. All the time I had closed my eyes too embarrassed, in this new situation. But the feeling was too pleasant and suddenly I Knew that somehow she had already sensed something about me, that I had not know.

I opened my eyes and looked into her face. She was very calm but her eyes were also shut as she slowly swayed along with me. I also realised that she was taller and much more heavier than me, and in her arms I was feeling very feminine, something new. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She asked me if this was the first time wirh a woman. I told her yes.

She then told me how she had seen me often on the street, and wondered why I wasted my time with that rowdy lot. She said that she knew somehow that I was a gentle boy ,underneath that streetboy image.

She then proceeded to sowly undress me, when I was quite naked she felt my body and commented how smooth and hairless it was. I was all the time feeling new sensations as she spoke. But all the same the sensations were very pleasant. She then powered with sweet imported Talcum powder making me feel more soft and FEMININE. She asked if I was enjoying myself and when I said yes, she proceeded to dress me up. First she had me wear her underwear, then a bra,which she filled with soft cloth, she then made me wear a ghagra(underpetticoat), a choli (blouse), which fitted me very well, asthough it were made for me,and then she draped me in a dark blue silk saree. All the time my excitement was becoming more and more evident. She then started doing up my face, saying that with my fair complexion I needed very little make up.

She then put glass bangles on my wrist ,long clip on earings on my ears, and eased my feet into low heeled slippers. When she was done she led me to the full length mirror. The woman who looked back at me caught me by surprise, she had transformed me into a very charming woman. I started running my hands up and down the length of my body, savoring the soft touch, of the silk sari and pirotting In front of the mirror like the young woman I had seen in flims. She saw how I was enjoying myself and put on soft, slow music. She took me in her arms and led me in a slow dance. I was slowly losing myself to her charms and lay my head on her shoulders as we danced. She sensed my mood and slowly started grinding her pelvis against mine. Slowly ever so slowly she started going faster. I could bare it no more and started climaxing, not realising that she too was having a long climax. When we had got hold of our breaths she drew me to the armchair and pulled me onto her lap. Slowly she started kissing me and I started responding as I had seen the girls in the western movies do. This was once again a new experience and I started getting hard,she then started carressing my inner legs thru the silk of my saree,slowly getting closer to my hardness. She took my hands and placed them on her breast. I slowly carressed them and started exploring further, slowly opening her blouse. When she realised, that I was having difficulty unhooking her bra, she reached behind and released the hook. I was feeling a woman's breast for the first time and was totally lost in time. She led my lips to her breast and I SUCKED LIKE A BABY. She put her arms around me and gently started rocking me. And I got more excited and clung to her breasts all the more sucking and slurping. I don't when and how but I suddenly realised that she had lifted me like a baby in her arms and was taking me across to her bed. She stopped in front of the mirror and I how I was nestled in her arms, like a bride, only we were both clad in sarees, and I the male was being treated like a bride. She lay me on the bed and then lay on top of me, she ground her self to me and soon we both were climaxing.

I drifted off to sleep in her arms.

She woke up first and realised the time. She gently woke me up and undressed me. After I had showered, she fed me soup. While we were eating she asked me how I was feeling. I told that I HAD NEVER FELT BETTER. She said that she had always been very atlethic and strong in her teens, and was attracted to women, she had always wanted to make love to another woman, but our society was very closed minded. But she never realised that she could make a young boy feel like a woman. I TOLD HER THIS WAS MY FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH A WOMAN. I had never dressed in any sort of feminine clothing, and was experiencing this feminine side for the first time.

She assured me that if were careful and not let word out about our relationship that she would really make me feel like a bride and someday make love to me like a virgin bride.

  

  

  

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