Love Thy Neighbor's Saree

by Josephine Gonsalves

Part 4

 

After that weekend, Ajay, now dressed every alternate evening as Jaya. Mrs. N gave him the suitcase, in which she had kept away most of the colorful, thin and body revealing sarees and blouses. He set about finding matching petticoats, blouses, necklaces and earrings. He decided to buy more high heeled, open toed strap shoes. He took a week's holiday from work and got his ears pierced. When the piercing had healed, he started trying out his newly purchased earrings. When he returned back to work he alternately wore the right and left studs, so as to keep the piercing open. Mrs. N and he were able to go out of doors, on three more occasions. But they met whenever Mr. N was not in town. Their "marriage and honeymoon" continued. Ajay enjoyed his role as her "wife", and their lovemaking got wilder and more creative. She started using her fingers to penetrate him and soon was using a 6"dildo, which made them experience total sexual fulfillment. He was ready to do whatever she wanted of him. She made him feel very feminine. A year later and they were still passionately enjoying their role reversal, till a family tragedy, forced her husband to take a permanent transfer to Chennai and she was forced to move out from his life completely. Their parting was very painful, especially for him. He was now dressing alone at home, but missing the support of his "husband", very much. He missed her strong arms around him. The way she carried him and especially sitting in her lap. He had become a "wife" and an "exwife" in a short time. He missed her strong arms and presence. Many times he contemplated going to Chennai, to meet her. But she warned him not to do so, for fear of her husband's and relatives reaction. Besides she lived in a joint family and would not be able to meet him alone. He knew that she wanted him too, but now distance kept them apart and with it the memory of their love was also getting distant His old fears, of being lonely and not finding a strong, loving female, who would treat him like a lady sometimes, were hounding him.

His work at office, continued uneventfully, but his boss noticed something amiss and decided a change would do him good and so he was transferred to another section. This section was a new division, also headed by his old boss, but the other three clerks were young women. He was the old hand and had to show them the "ropes". The women dressed like modern young women, preferring to wear salwars, skirts, dresses etc. Two of them were recently married, whereas the third one, was single. She was very friendly, outgoing, a little tomboyish, and attractive in a sexy way. As a senior employee in the new section, Ajay was forced to stay a little longer each evening, as the business grew, so the reports were ready, early each morning. His Boss noticed this and asked the three women to take turns helping him finish off the days work, but the two married women, played on his soft side, saying that they had to travel far and needed to prepare the night meal etc. This left him with no choice, but to request Irina, the single woman, to come in late and stay late. The two of them, soon became quite friendly, sharing their lunches and going to movies and exhibitions etc, enjoying working together. Whenever their fingers or bodies touched, the underlying current sparked to life. Ajay was attracted to her, but his feminine self would not allow him to make the first move. The extra work took up an hour or two, so Ajay was now returning home later, and getting less time to be Jaya.

One Friday evening after office hours, he and Rina ( Irina ), were finishing off the weeks pending work, when there was a sudden heavy downpour. They finished up and asked the security to lock up. The security man, knew Ajay and informed him that the trains were only working up to Dadar, and that the taxis and buses were put out of service due to the heavy downpour. Many people who had left earlier were stranded at different railway stations, after Dadar. Ajay, lived in Dadar, so it did not worry him, however Rina, lived after Borivali and she was clearly worried. She called up the working women's hostel, where she lived and informed the housekeeper, that she was still in office and that she would be staying with her friend, who lived in Bombay central, for the night. She tried calling up her friend, but received no answer. It was getting late, and the security was waiting to lock up, so she asked Ajay, if he could put her up for the night. Ajay was caught off guard, but said that if she did not mind, his old and simple place, it was Okay, since he lived alone. She thanked him, for his gesture.

They left the office building and walked fast and silently, in the pouring rain, till they reached the railway station. The railway station was a pandemonium. Announcements were blaring, informing the latest situation and what service was still operational. Commuters were getting in and out of trains, according to the announcements. Ajay and Rina walked up to a train, which was already packed and ready, to start up. They boarded, while the train slowly, started up. She pushed her way, thru the mostly male commuters, to one side and held on to the overhead strap, to maintain her balance, while he followed in her wake. Every 100 meters or so the train would slow down, stop and then start up. In the meanwhile the wet clothes and crowd was making it unbearable, inside the compartment. After what seems like hours the train reached Dadar. Ajay and Rina, walked to his place, through knee deep water. It was while wading thru the water that he witnessed her agility and "tomboyish" streak. He had seen some of her agility and strength, during work, where she tackled heavy file etc, without assistance from the peons. He already knew that she was taller than him, from standing alongside her at work Instead of her, clinging to him for support, it was the other way around, as he clung on to her arm for support. He could only give her the directions, while she led him forward. Once they entered his building they were relieved. Rina laughed and said "Thank God'. She removed her soggy shoes and held it along with her umbrella and hand bag in one hand. Using the other hand to hold on to the banister she started walking up the flight of now slippery, dim lit stairs. Ajay shoes were also wet and soggy, but he did not think it necessary to remove them. On the second flight of steps, his foot slipped and he was put off balance, but she shot out her arm and steadied him. They had already been touching and holding on to each other for most of the walk from the station, yet now the feeling was more intimate. Something like she had to take the lead and be the active one. They continued up the stairs, down the front corridor to his place. At the door to his place she put down her shoes and umbrella and started wringing out the water from her body and clothes. He too removed his shoes and socks and put down his umbrella. He pulled from the clothes line his towel which he had put out to air that morning, and gave it to her. She hesitated but he assured her he had another one on the clothesline, in back verandah. She took it and started toweling off her short, wet hair, clothes and body. He made use of a under vest to dry himself somewhat. When their feet were dry and the water had somewhat stopped dripping from their clothes he opened the door and they entered. He switched on the light and immediately he noticed how her skirt and blouse clung to her, outlining the edges of her bra and underwear. He led her past the sitting room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom to the large verandah at the back, which also served as a store room. The toilet was located in one corner, and a washing machine stood in the other end. One of his sarees, a petticoat, blouse and other female clothes along with some of his office clothes were hanging on the clothesline. He had missed out, that these clothes, were hanging here, and hoped she would not notice them. He told her to get into the bathroom and have a hot bath, while he found something warm and dry for her to wear. He gave her a dry towel as she stepped into the bathroom.

On Friday evenings, Ajay usually stripped off his office clothes, bathed and changed into a petticoat and blouse. Dressed like this, he would prepare his evening meal. Once the meal was prepared, he would complete his transformation into Jaya, eat his meal and watch TV. This Friday was going to be different, Rina was here. He quickly sifted thru his few male night clothes and found he had only one decent male night suit. It was quite new, and had last been worn by Mrs. N, during one of their nights together. It was a naturally big in size for him, but it would have to do, as he could not be seen by Rina in his shorts and smooth legs. He also had no female night clothes, as he had only wore sarees, even to bed, when he was with Mrs. N. He decided to give her a saree to wear for the night, and so laid out on the bed a petticoat, blouse and saree. The underwear part, was more tricky, so he decided to just keep a few bras and panties in a plastic under the blouse. He hoped she would not think too much about how, he a bachelor, living alone, had female clothes and underwear in his home. He called out to her, thru the bathroom door, that he had dry clothes for her in the bedroom. She answered back that he was a kind host. He took the night suit, a vest and briefs, and kept it on a small plastic stool outside the bathroom door, in readiness for his use, after he was bathed. He had felt a urge to visit the toilet, for sometime now, so he quickly stripped off his wet clothes, wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the toilet.

In the meanwhile Rina, took a quick bath, cracked opened the bathroom door a little, saw the clothes on the stool, and thinking that Ajay had changed his mind and kept them there for her. She picked them and carefully put them on, in the small bathroom. She smiled to herself, as she put on the briefs and vest. They were tight for her, but the night suit fitted her well. The white vest pressed her firm breast like a body suit. She felt strangely excited, knowing they were his, and men's under clothing. It was the first time, since she had matured that she was wearing a complete set of male clothing. She had not known such a tingly excitement before and was surprised that wearing used male underwear and clothes would make her feel this way. She was also starting to appreciate, Ajay's thoughtfulness and generosity. He had stayed wet longer, so that she could be dry and comfortable and in his own kind way had given her his clothes, to wear. She had washed her clothes, while she bathed, and rinsed out the water. She called out to him, saying she was dressed, and she wanted to put her clothes to dry in the store room if it was okay for him. He was still in the toilet, so he told her it was OK, and was surprised how she had finished her bath so fast. While hanging out her clothes she noticed a saree and other female clothes, and was wondering why and who they belonged to. Hearing her move about in the store room, he stayed put in the toilet. When she moved to the kitchen, he finished, washed up and quickly slipped into the bathroom, not wanting her to see his fair, smooth and hairless body.

She heard sounds from the bathroom and asked him, over the sound of the water, if it was okay for her to start preparing some soup They kept up a steady verbal exchange thru the bathroom door as she asked where something was, and he told her where to find it. This verbal exchange, helped in dispelling their stiffness with each other and soon they were talking freely like every other day at the office. He finished and after drying himself, opened the door to get his clothes. He saw the empty stool and was perplexed. Was she playing with him by hiding his clothes? He decided to wrap the towel, around his waist and come out. He did so and was passing the kitchen to go to the bedroom, when to his surprised, he saw her dressed in the night suit, setting up the meal on the small table, with her back to him. He quickly went into the bedroom and opened his closet, so as to find a pair of trousers and T shirt. He did not know it but she had followed him into the bedroom, meaning to ask him if he had some wine or brandy. He turned to face her and saw her looking at the saree, petticoat and blouse, laid out on the bed. A few embarrassing moments later, realization dawned on her. She smiled and said "Oh my gosh, I took the clothes that were meant for you. I am so sorry. Do you have another set of clothes, for the night? Ajay too was embarrassed at the mix up and looked at her and said "Its alright I will just find something else" But she had already got over her initial embarrassment and now saw the sarees all hung up neatly in the closet. She looked at him with surprise, laughed and said "hey this is funny! There are so many sarees hanging, neatly in your closet? I noticed there's another one drying out in the store room too? Do you have a lady friend or relative staying with you. If it's a relative, I can understand, but a "ladyfriend"…well I did not expect you to be …..you know….that type. I hope I am not intruding ?

He was silent for a while and she continued "I see now that these feminine things laid out on the bed must be hers too ? A saree, a matching blouse and petticoat! Oh my gosh, there certainly is a woman staying here with you". He tried to hide his embarrassment, but she just continued looking around & talking "that's nice, but doesn't she wear a nighty, I could change into one and you can have the night suit back. It would look funny if she were to come in now and see me wear her guy's clothes, the saree on the bed and you in a towel".

Her causal laugh made him suddenly find his voice and he said "Hey go slow, what ladyfriend? These are mi….." he stopped himself just in time, but she had caught on and she looked up surprised. "Did I hear right, are these yours? You mean to say that your wear sarees at home?" Saying so, she picked the blouse up from the bed. When she saw the bra and panties, her smiled turned to 'A ha, what have we here. Jay are you trying to tell me something, do you have a saree fetish or something? Were you planning on going out or to meet someone? Please be honest with me. I hope there's no other woman or a boyfriend, for whom you have to dress up. If it's only dressing up secretly, then I can understand. I have read quite a lot about crossdressing. Surprised? I have to tell you something, You see I have an uncle, in Goa, who dresses up in my aunt's clothes often. At first, me and my other relatives used to see him dress for the village plays and skits and thought it funny. But about a year ago, I stayed at their place, for a month and volunteered to do the washing, while my aunt cooked. I was surprised to see that the washing sometimes contained sarees and blouses that I had not seen my aunt wear. My aunt wore dresses and skirts and blouses most of the time. As the days went by, I watched my uncle's behavior secretly and noticed that every Saturday and Sunday he was very relaxed and gentle. I also noticed a little eyeliner and small telltale signs that he was using cosmetics. He was quite good looking and slim, and I liked him. I started wondering about it, but had no way of knowing for sure that he was wearing sarees at home secretly, as he was such a nice man in public and he loved my aunt very much. The fact was made clear to me when I checked out his video collection and found a lot of cross dressing theme movies like "Tootsie, Some like it hot, Charley's aunt etc" While watching these films, I noticed the change in him and my Aunt, and became sure that he dressed quietly at home often and my aunt knew about it and also supported him. I witnessed his dressing and my aunt's acceptance to it, one night. I told them I was going to spend the night at my other relative's place and left around seven thirty. I returned, hid myself and watched quietly as my Aunt and uncle reversed roles, with her dressing in trousers and shirt and he transforming himself into a woman, dressed in a saree. Their role reversal and subsequent love making greatly excited me and I masturbated watching. I did not expect my aunt to be so 'macho' like and my uncle to be so feminine. I had seen a few blue films with my college girlfriends, but they did not arouse me as much as seeing my aunt and uncle play role reversal. In fact I liked seeing my uncle turn into a passive and comely woman. After that I often visualized some of my male friends, who had feminine facial features and built, in women's clothes and wondered if they were secret cross dressers. I also found and read many articles and essays on the topic of crossdressing. In fact I even had many fantasies of you dressed in women's clothes. You have a soft feminine face and built. I was hoping you were a cross dresser and you would come out to me. Only I did not expect it so soon. So, there's my little family secret and my fantasy out'

Ajay was already flushed with excitement and was blushing. She did not seem upset or angry. Yet he did not know her well enough to confide in her. She was waiting for his reply so he gave her a short summary about his crossdressing and desires. How he had learnt to dressed as a woman and even sleep, wearing a saree. He did not tell her about Mrs. N. Instead he spun a story how he painstakingly, managed to get all the women's clothing. His story excited her and her body language changed accordingly. She sat besides him and took his hand in hers. He too felt the change in their behavior. She was behaving like Mrs. N. this could be the beginning of a new relationship for them. She interrupted him and asked 'Do you have some brandy, we sure could use a little drink to warm ourselves' He said 'In the kitchen cabinet, on the top shelf is a bottle of brandy. The glasses are in the cabinet in the front room'. She said 'I am going out to cover the food so it does not get cold. I will wash two glasses and heat some water to mix with the brandy. I will be sitting, in the front room watching the news. In the meanwhile you can get dressed as a woman, if you want to or you can dress as a man. Either way your secret will be safeguarded. If you come out dressed as a woman, I will be pleased to treat you like one. Maybe I will like you and we can go on from there or we will just have a 'ladies' night.

She left the room and Ajay wasted no time in getting transformed into Jaya. He took extra care with his make up as he wanted to impress her. His body was trembling with anticipation. A young woman was waiting for him in the front room. He felt like a woman going on her first date. He knew that if what she told him about her desires was true then the night was going to be an interesting one. He did not want to keep her waiting too long, just enough to stoke up the fire. He dressed in the pink chiffon saree he had worn on his first outing, put on his makeup and jewellery carefully. He was feeling feminine and had already wet his under wear in anticipation. He walked slowly up to her. She saw him and stood up to meet him. She looked at him with surprise and commented on how well he had draped the saree and how pretty and feminine he looked. She knew that she had to take the lead and put off the TV. She asked him if she could put on some soft music. When the music was on, she offered him a glass of hot brandy toddy. She noticed the tremble, in his hand as her fingers grazed his. She had to move in for the kill. But she too was a novice in such a situation. She only had her fantasy and the limited knowledge from her readings. Her own body was trembling with suppressed emotions. They clicked glasses and sipped their drinks in silence. When the warmth of the drinks hit them, she looked at him and caught his gaze. Their eyes locked onto each other and she knew that she had to make her move now. She took him in her arms and led him in a slow dance. At first he was shy, not having had the chance to slow dance before. She too was nervous as she had not led anyone before. He shivered in her arms like a young girl on her first date. But soon their shyness melted and their bodies merged in each others. She held him close and when his shivering got more intense she raised his face and slowly started kissing him. At first he just let her kiss him but as she continued to kiss him he slowly started responding like a woman, kissing her back with ferocity and melting in her arms. He closed his eyes and just surrendered to her. She felt his hardness climax against her. When his climax was complete she realized that he was very excited and was going to need more "loving". She also noticed him clinging on to her, for support, so she just bent a little, circled his sareed bottom and lifted him up in her arms. Jaya just lay with his head on her shoulder and his arms around her neck, as she continued to dance as she carried him. She noticed that she had carried him quite easily, as though it was a natural thing for her. He too had responded like a woman in her lovers arms. Her lifting him made him feel all the more feminine. They continued slow dancing, with him in her arms. Soon Jaya's passion took over and he wrapped his legs around her hips as he started kissing her deeply. His passionate response to her carrying him invigorated her and she carried him to the bedroom, like a woman in heat. She laid him, on his back, on the bed and lay besides him. Then she slowly started caressing and petting him till he was responding to her kisses with his own kisses and petting. In a little while he was hard again. She unhooked his blouse and bra. Her fingers found his nipples and started teasing and kneading them. Soon they were hardened and she put her mouth to them and sucked on them making him cry out like a woman, begging for more. Her own desires and needs started bubbling so she pulled down his panties and worked her hand under his buns massaging them. He was moaning like a woman. She flipped him over and kissed and bit his bottoms. She pulled down her own briefs and straddled him. Then bucking on his butt she rode to a throbbing orgasm. He lay crushed under her as she covered him completely.

When they had recovered, she pulled on her briefs and lower night suit, while she raised him up so he could re drape and smoothen his saree. She led him to the table, where she took him on her lap and they fed each other, interrupted with kisses and small sips of brandy. They finished their meal and washed their mouths and faces. When they had cleared the table, she started kissing him once more and soon had him sitting at the edge of the table. His hands went around her neck and his legs wrapped around her hips instinctively. She carried him to the bedroom once more. There she took him to the mirror and stood him up. She stood behind him and they posed and smiled. She then did something she had always fantasized about. She took a deep breath, bent down and lifted him up in her arms. Cradled in her arms he felt even more feminine and womanly. He clung to her neck and kissed her making her feel more 'macho'. She carried him to the bed, where she undressed him slowly and when he was completely naked she herself undressed and proceeded to make passionate love to him.

Ajay and Rina were happy and thanked GOD for the rain that had stopped the trains, and had their "Love boat" launched.

  

  

  

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