As soon as the school was over, Anusree Bandyopadhyay, brilliant female-student of “Maa Saarada Vidyapith” came out with joy. Now she would spend a week at her Dadu’s ( Maternal grandfather ) house. It wasn’t that her parents were trying to be rid of her, they just felt that it was good for her to bond with him and spend some time in a clean and peaceful small village where her mother, Shabana Azmi, had been raised.
Anusree respected her widower Dadu very much and always enjoyed the Durga Puja Vacation in her Maternal Uncle’s house. She and her parents made a trip to the village on that Durgapuja to attend the Bengal’s greatest festival, but recent death of her grandmother shocked her Dadu tremendously.
She remembered how sad her Dadu looked, his eyes, would stare off into the distance as though he was looking for her great Didima ( grandmother ) to come back. Later he sent them all back home, telling them that he would be fine, he just needed some time alone.
Reluctantly they returned home, the Bihari servant who worked for him promised to keep an eye on him. This year Anusree was going back for her Puja Vacation. Her mother thought that maybe now her father might not want the company but he insisted. He said he couldn’t wait to see her baby daughter Anusree, he had missed having her company.
Anusree had just turned 14, and was now officially a teenager. It made her feel so mature and so much more like a young lady instead of a little girl. She suddenly felt, she needed to stop being the tomboy attitude and strat wearing more feminine attire.
She had developed a great deal in the past year, now wearing a size 34″ bra. She and her mother shopped for new undies, dresses, and shorts — everything today’s feminine young ladies wore. It didn’t matter that she was going to a remote village to wear her new clothes.
She was just as excited about showing her new outlook to her Dadu, how much she had matured as she was about wearing them. She was a little worried about being at the village without Didima being there. She hoped Dadu wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable now. Didima had always been the one that spent most of the time with Anusree, when she was on the village.
She wore a short red skirt with a matching pink T-shirt. Her body was just starting to blossom out as she lost her baby fat, her breasts were round and firm with over sized nipples.Her legs were long with full thighs and well turned curves.
The three of them piled into the car and off they went. It took several hours to get to Grandfather’s house and about halfway there Anusree Suddenly realized that she had to pee. Her father pulled over to the side of the road and walked her a little ways into the woods to find a private place for her to pee. She did feel a bit shy about peeing in front of her father, although she had done it previously when she was a little girl.
This time though her father was acting differently, he was’nt used to seeing her as she was quickly becoming more and more aware of the her femininity. Upon seeing her this morning in her new outfit, he was suddenly reminded just how much she had matured.
Now, as she squated to pee, her father could’nt take his eyes off her. He watched wide eyed as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. He felt his cock start to harden as she lowered her panties, revealing her pussy to him. With just a small patch of dark hair showing between her thighs, it was a most beautiful and erotic sight. To his surprise she removed them completely, not wanting to get them wet.
In a husky voice, Ashim said, “Baby, I have to pee also. I’ll be right over here behind this tree.”
She looked at him, smiled, and nodded her head. As she was returning her attention to her own needs, her eyes ran down her father and stopped when she noticed a big bulge in his pants. She knew what it was and she also knew what it meant. Ever since her mother told her the facts of life when she was 13, she understood what the noisy springs meant that came from her parent’s room, usually at night.