Narges was the same. Her hair had grayed just a bit, but she retained her firm fat figure, her big butts and her ample bosom. With age, her face seemed to have become even more beautiful, though Narges still retained the plump squeezable cheeks. Her breasts were still round, sharp and shapely — and of course — huge. Her buttocks seemed to have become even bigger, more fleshy, firmer and absolutely delightful.
She was dressed in a simple cotton sari, worn the way I remembered – loose, clasped to one side exposing her big belly and the navel, with her blouse one size too small, barely able to contain the big melons hiding beneath. Though the pallu of her sari covered her chest, due to their large size, I could see her jugs protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she bounced about in greeting me.
“Come, come, Sarun, come on inside!” She gave me a little bow and invited me into her house.
“Husband!” Her tone changed to a command one as she turned to her husband. “Get Sarun’s bag and bring it in. Don’t just stand there!”
“Yes, dear.” I noticed her husband meekly respond. Fateh picked up my overnight bag and we followed Narges into her abode. I kept my eyes on her shapely buns, and noticed to my delight that her sari had ridden up her ass crack, just like old times.
It was a very simple dwelling. It was clear that Fateh did not make much as a rickshaw driver, and I noticed several gifts from ours to Narges — such as curtains and an old television set — adorning the hut. We sat down on some raised cushions, set on a mat on the floor in the living room. A small partition separated the “bedroom” from the “living room”.
“What are you doing here, darling? Are you staying nearby?” Narges asked, as she plonked down next to me.
“I am here for two days,” I replied. “I came to this village to see you actually. I haven’t yet made any arrangements to stay, so I have to still go and do that…”
“Oh, Sarun, stay here! Two days and you want to go to a hotel! Stay here!” Narges pleaded, jumping forward and clasping my hand. “I don’t have much, but I will treat you like a king. Oh, do please say yes, my fuck toy!”
I noticed that Narges hadn’t lost her potty mouth in the intervening years.
“Well, I…” I hesitated. I didn’t really want to stay in this slum, but then I realized Narges, while holding on to my hand, was gently stroking the underneath with a finger. I looked up to her chubby face and saw a smile. And then she winked at me.
“Oh, do stay, Sarun! I promise you two very memorable days! It will be just like old times!”
That did it for me. I liked old times with Narges.
“Oh, why not? Thank you Narges. I will stay with you.”
“Perfect.” Narges grinned.
I looked around the small place. “But where will I sleep?”
Narges turned around to look at her husband. “Husband! Sarun needs to sleep comfortably. So he and I will sleep on the bed in the bedroom. You will get your stuff and sleep here on the floor in this room. So take his overnight bag and put it in our bedroom, and put your clothes out here.”