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I could see the speedometer of my car constantly dancing from 30 to 70 as my car swayed past the curvy battered road amidst the hilly route between Darjeeling and Gangtok. It was pouring heavily, and the wiper of the car was having a tough time struggling with the gusty storm. I was all alone, returning to my head office to submit papers of the forest.

I am a forest ranger working with the Sikkim Government. My name is Krish, with 28 yrs under my belt I have a soothing personality, perfect for my work. Suddenly, I realised that the car was running short of fuel, though enough to make me home safely. The rain had increased its pace, and still 28 kilometres to cover. I was plying parallel to the Tiesta river with dense forest everywhere.

Darkness often makes forest more horrific and rain had made it worse. While crossing a small hamlet, I could see few local people standing on the road asking me to halt. I stopped the car and came out of it. ‘Kya Hua ? ( What Happened ? )’ I asked. “Babu, bijli gira hai, yeh rasta bandh hogaya, aapko upar walle raste se jana parega !

( Sir, there’s a landslide because of lightening, so you will have to take the other road )” one of the elderly villager said. I waved my hand in disappointment wiping my face of the rain water. I felt a chill down my spine as I realised that I was completely drenched in rain. I turned my car and headed towards the other road which would cost me little more than five kilometres.

After fifteen minutes of driving hard through that unworthy road, my car came to a abrupt halt. The left Headlight was focussing sharp on a most extraordinary women with stunning large eyes, draped with a light yellow saree and dazzling blue blouse. She came near my car, as I lowered the left glass pane, “ Please help me, please let me in “ she cried.

Her milky white belly was breathing hard in rhythm to her moist navel. “ Where do you want to go ?” I inquired, all the time blatantly staring at her coconut shaped breasts, which were more than apparent in her wet stuck saree. ‘Anywhere, but not here’ she darted; I signalled her to get in and started the ignition. She got in and immediately locked the door.

I drove past the curve and kept mum. She was shivering with cold and I could feel her uneasiness. “Now could you please tell me, who are you and what were doing in the middle of a jungle at this hour ?” I asked breaking the silence. She started sobbing, I again asked her. She tried hard but could not speak. I just kept on driving the uneven hilly roads for few minutes.

Soon she had fallen asleep on my shoulder, I could see her round assets enclosed in a black bra protruding towards my thigh, feebly touching it in sporadic intervals. Confused, as to where should I drop her, I reluctantly took her to my deserted Bungalow, one kilometre away from the famous MG Road in Gangtok.

I gave her my night dress and ask her to discard her spoiled clothes, as I poured perfect 60 ml of Jack Daniel in a glass half full of coke. I sat in the dining room as she emerged out of the guest room looking all afresh, as if she had just returned to her home from school to spend her weekend. She came straight towards me, ‘ Thanks ‘ she murmured and sat next to me.

My night dress made her look sexier than her saree, the large gap in the half sleeve exposed her armpits, when she picked her hands to adjust her hair. Fluffy, slightly brownish hairs in her armpit immediately insinuated my shaft to salute. ‘ My stomach is aching’ she complained. I mesmerised with her body odour stood up and asked her to lay down on the couch,

and started acting as if I had just graduated a first class degree in medicine. Slowly pressing her stomach exactly above her navel with my right hand I asked “ Is it paining here”, “ No, little lower” she answered. I moved my hand further down and pressed. I could feel her pubic hairs above the pyjama on the mount of her vagina. “ Is it here” I said, “Yea, there only”.

My manhood was blowing horns like a angry bull, ready to smash anything in its way. “ Can I have some whisky you are drinking ?” she asked. “Sure” I said as I poured her a glass and gave her some chicken curry which my Nepali cook had made before he leaves in the evening. She retired in the guest room and I kept restlessly moving through the corridor, sad about something unknown.

Pacing down the corridor I stopped by the guest room door and tried to view the interiors through the key hole. “Woops ! “she was standing stark naked before the mirror combing her hairs, as if she had bathed again, a most unlikely assumption in the prevailing temperature. Her body had a rustic, natural touch.

Her pussy was a dense brown forest and breasts looked as if, they were made of wax, with small fluffy nipples around a half inch areola. She looked like a goddess. I slightly turned the handle to check whether the door was locked from inside or not, to which I found them open. I kept on viewing her from the key hole.

After hair dressing she sat on the bed undressed, slowly caressing her hand over her body. I slowly took my tool in my hand, carefully massaging it and watching the live show going on. She then turned the lights off and was lost again. I waited there for few minutes, then thinking she must have slept, braved myself inside that dark room.

With the little light of my cell phone, I walked towards the bed to find her sleeping with one cushion against her mouth, left leg on another cushion, right leg straight, exposing the vibrant length of her pussy lips from back. I sat there on the floor motionless, then slowly brewed my mouth near her love hole, to sniff. A most intoxicating smell filled my nostrils driving me mad.

I then slowly planted a kiss there, to which she showed no response. I could feel her gaining moisture there, as I started rubbing my index finger on her pussy lips. She still lay unturned. My courage overcame my ethics, and soon I lay next to her massaging her 32 sized breasts with one hand and the other rigorously rubbing her cunt. “Ahha..” she said at last, searching for my tool.

Without a seconds delay, she immediately took my tool and pushed it hard in her pussy. She was not a virgin, her pussy by now was full of juices flowing from inside. “ Fuck me, drill me.. hard…yes yes.. more” she screamed. I was pumping with full force. My tool measured 7 inches and she took all in her. Then she came on my top and furiously kept herself dragging in me.

Finally, we both relaxed and slept naked till dawn. I woke up as usual at 7.30 a.m. to find myself all alone in the room. I immediately wore my half pant and rushed outside the guest room looking for the damsel who’s name was also not known to me.

I looked everywhere, in the bungalow, near the garden. But to my utter dismay and disappointment, she was no where. I even asked my servant and other local people in the vicinity, but no one had any clue. This incident dates back on 23 August 2009. Since then I have never seen her…

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