Surprises still happen

Uma may be moving away. That's what I feel. I may be wrong, as I don't have any solid proof. But her attitudes these days suggest me so. Uma herself once told me " ... women are unpredictable... at least in the case of close relationships". That certainly is true, as Uma does now.
But I am sure someone else will move in. May be that's what made Ionia to visit me yesterday (Saturday) evening. In fact I've not expected her, and she came down all of a sudden. That was a surprise.
A drowsy evening... that's what yesterday was. Loneliness made me resort to reaching for some "liquid Gold" (thanks to Pai, for my post-Onam stock of this divine liquid ! ) . I just filled a dose of it with cold water. I locked my verandah grills, and went to the rear side balcony. With all the greenery, I felt a little better. I sat on the easy chair with a bunch of magazines to accompany. And then came a loud and repeating bell. Someone at the door !
I went down the stairs to the sit out, and there she was ! Ionia, with her inviting smile !! She came in, and I closed the door. I invited her to the balcony. She followed me.
"How's your mother ? " I asked.
"She's fine... but not moving out ... she's weak.." Ionia replied.
"..and how are you Ionia ? ..." I asked her in a romantic tone.
"... oooh... fine uncle ..." she returned the same tone, with a naughty look, biting her tongue.
We sat on the balcony, chatting on Onam and her mother's illness.
"How about a drink ? " I asked.
"Yeah... I'm for it" she said.
"Help yourself ... " and I pointed to my room.
Ionia knows every corner of my home well. Thus she went in. After a few minutes, she returned with a glass, the liquid gold bottle, a jug full of cold water, and some chips in a plate. She arranged all on the teapoy.
She looked at me, and I nodded and showed her a sign to proceed. She, with a smile, served a drink for herself, and sat beside me.
Our chat went on and got into 'serial stars'. She told me what she heard about the role of a serial actress in the recent murder case. I just heard all that she said, nodding my head frequently to motivate her.
Ionia was wearing a churidar. Red striped top and white tight bottom. No shawl. My eyes were scraping through her body. She was enjoying my x-ray eyes.
I had a second dose of the drink. Ionia served it nicely. And she too started sipping the second.
"Ionia, I want to see what's behind the red stripes..." I said.
" check yourself ... do you want my help ?..." she asked me.
"that's nice... but I'll love to do it myself.."
"I know that, uncle.." she made me down by that 'uncle' call. Afterall, Ionia calls me 'uncle' when she (we !) is in good mood. Else she calls me 'sir' ! I behave as an 'uncle', and she a 'girl' !
I walked in to my room. Ionia followed me, with both our glasses.
I made her sit on the table. Standing beside, I pulled out her red striped top. She had a pettycoat, white, tight fitting. Her boobs were looking flat in that. I pulled up her long pettycoat, and removed that too. Ther's no bra. She didn't have it. That's why her small boobs were drooping ( the small one she had !). Did you ever see a small and drooping boobs ? It's very nice. Ionia's boobs are soft... not hard. I kept on massaging her boobs for some time. She helped me chew her buttons. Black and stiff then !
I untied her bottom, and pulled out that. She had a panties ... white with red flowers on it ... and I pulled that too out.
Now it was her turn to make me bare. She pulled out my mundu. (I didn't have a shirt), leaving me with my konakam . You know (and Ionia too !) that it's my home suit .. a mundu and a konakam under it.
She started playing on, with my konakam tail. Like a kid, she pulled the tail and made me walk in the room. She was pulling me by my 'tail' ! In fact I enjoyed the game.
Ionia shared her drink with me, as my third was due to be poured.

Rest of the game was her's. She did many good things for me, with me, and on me.
She sucked mine, and made me suck her's. She sat on me and stroked. She made me sit on her and stroke.
The games went on for over an hour. Since I was expecting Pai ( with my food), I told Ionia "let's take a break..."
She did everything reverse of what we did an hour ago ... put on the dress and went back to the verandah.
My expectation was not wrong, Pai came in with my food packet. Since it was getting late, I asked him to put Ionia back her home. He did that, leaving me to keep my konakam tight.

Iconic Konakam

Uma, earlier snapped me with my Konakam. You can see some of them in my earlier posts.
However, last day she stressed her taste on this 'iconic male' garment. Then I remembered my membership in a yahoo group {konakam group}. There are a few good pictures, focussing konakams, in this group. I just picked up a few for you to see and ... enjoy.




























Kicking ???

Karthyanikutty - ente aadya sakhi

Uma made me sit and tell her about Karthi, my first partner. Here goes my experiences, which I just shred with Uma. I wrote this partly before and partly after my session with Uma.

"

I did my primary schooling (upto class 4) in a local Primary School. A mixed school in every sense, gender, religion, and castes. This was about 2 KM away from home. I used to go by walk, alone, to the school. I’d leave home by 8 / 8.15 AM, and reach the school by about 9. That’s too early for the classes to begin at 10 am.

I was in my 4^th standard. A few students, boys and girls, used to reach the school very early, like I do. They all spend time playing in the school ground. The class room was in an open shed, with half walls around, and thatched roof. I was quite an introvert, and used to sit in the class while all other boys go to the ground for playing. That’s true with girls too. Most of the girls too would be playing, until the first bell rings.

I was a lean and short boy, looking smaller than the class mates. So, I was a boy among the boys. I used to wear a khakhi color knicker and a white shirt (that’s the school uniform). I had my konakam underneath always ( as all in my famly have that). Other students did not have such an element in them. They wore only knicker and nothing inside. This I learnt by my observation during ‘pissing’ intervals. When those boys just lift their knicker trunks and pull out the dick to piss, I had to untie my konakam and then take out my dick. Many boys used to make fun of me, and some even pulled my konakavaal. Those days, I was not knowing the technique of locking the konakam, and so it was just loose. A slight pull on the konakavaal, and it comes out. Thus I had many difficult times, and had to pull down my knicker to wear the konakam again. There was no closed toilets, all boys used to piss in the open air , at the far end of the ground. Some boys used to shout and make fun. I felt too bad those days.

Girls too didn’t have any closed toilets. They were pissing at the corner of the ground, and beside the compound wall (kayyaala). From the ground, boys could see them pissing.

Karthyanikutty, called by her pet name Kaarthi, was my class mate. She too used to be one of the firsts to reach the school. She, in fact was, looking much taller and fatter than other girls in the class. She had a paavada, with lot of frills (churukku), and a long blouse. She blouse was very tight fitting, with safety pins. I remember, she had a neyyappam style boobs. And I think she had only one or two blouses and paavaada only. She too used to sit in the class, and not going for playing in the ground. Thus I had a company in the class during that one hour. Being a introvert, I never took initiative to make friendship with her. In fact, Karthianikutty took the initiative and made a friendship with me. She used to come and sit beside me on the bench, and chat. I was only at the receiving end and I had to answer everything. She used to bring nellikka, pulinchi, chethypazham, and items of that sort. She shared those with me, and I enjoyed them. Over a few days (weeks ?), we became very good friends. I remember, one day, I gifted her a pencil (only to tell at home that it’s lost !). And we were thick friends !

Later on a day, we only were in the class room. She went behind the black board, and I could see her lifting the paavaada and redoing her thaar. I understood that she is wearing a thaar ! Then she pulled her paavaada down and returned to me. She smiled. And I said “ അമ്മേം സരസൂം ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. ഞാന്‍ കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ട്..."

Karthi continued "ഞാന്‍ഇപ്പൊ ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. അമ്മ ഉടുപ്പിച്ചു തരും ... ….. കഴിഞ്ഞ ആഴ്ച എനിക്ക് പനി വന്ന ശേഷം…”

I heard all her explanations (but didn’t understand it’s interpretations ).

On the following days, I’ve seen her doing this in the morning session. I was very keen to look at her doing it .. and on a day I too went behind the black board to take a close look. Karthi smiled and did not make any comment.

Then on, I was at the class room quite early, expecting her arrival, and subsequent behind-the-board activity. I was too anxious to wait for this to happen. When it goes on, I could feel some movements in my konakam and felt a bit ‘ikkili’. One day, while the show was on, my konakam failed and my dick came out, it was stiff and erect. I felt bad, and just sat on the bench. Next day onwards, I was very careful in wearing my konakam. I remembered how my Grand Father used to wear it . He puts a deeper front flap and has two turns (usually just one turn) at the back around the aranjaanam.

{ Those days, wearing under garments was not a very secretive action at my home. I have seen my grand father and father wearing konakam, my grand mother and mother wearing thaar. It’s a usual one and nobody had any need of secrecy or shy in that. }

Next day onwards, I was particular to maintain tightness of my konakam.

During the second term ( I think so), it was an examination day. I was present early as usual, and Karthi came in. She left her books (sanchi) on her bench and came to me. She sat very close to me, by my left. She started chatting … and at some point , she put her hands on my thigh. She was rubbing on my thigh and it slowly moved up. She slowly took her hand through the gap in my trouser and thigh and touched my konakam. She slowly gripped it and asked “കുട്ടന്‍ കോണകം ഉടുക്കുമോ … “

"ഉം ” I said.

“കാണിച്ചു തരാമോ .. ?” she asked me.

“അയ്യോ … വേണ്ട … എന്തിനാ..” I asked her.

“നീ എന്റെ താര്‍ കണ്ടില്ലേ ?… നിന്‍റെ കോണകം എനിക്കും കാണിച്ചു താ..” she was firm. I was trapped. She continued “ കാനിചില്ലേല്‍ നീ എന്റെ താര്‍ നോക്കി എന്ന് ഞാന്‍ പറഞ്ഞുകൊടുക്കും..” It was a threat. I didn’t respond, as I didn’t know what was wrong. I thought I did a mistake, and to cover up that, I agreed , and said.

“ശരി… “. She, holding on my hand, pulled me behind-the board. I slowly lifted the knicker trunk, but she could not see well. She asked me to remove the buttons and pull down the knicker. I did it. Afraid, I was crying . She saw my konakam, and she just held on my konakam. സ്കാരെദ്, I pulled up the knicker, and buttoned. I ran back to my bench.

This repeated on the next day too, and many other days (if none is in the class). Her grip on my konakam became stronger and one day, she pulled out my dick. I could not put back my dick in the konakam, as the konakam came out. It was out, until I went for the next pissing, and made it alright.

This repeated many a time. Karthi was smart to time the event such that no one caught us.

"

... to continue...

Honorable piece of cloth

Uma gives high priority and status for my little one, the konakam. Look here.. my konakam is being dried on the 'ayyah', among other elements.. my shirt, pants, her bra and panties.

















The second one shows the readiness of my dress for the day. Uma puts all the elements on the 'ayyah' right in the morning, for me to wear.

Konakam for all !

Uma laughed and laughed..  Just by seeing some of the pictures in a group site. She's excited to see more.

It's about Konakam. Very good.. I think I've to subscribe. I've the link below, copied from the group site.

Click to join konakam

But Uma commented : "if they think males only wear konakam, that's a mistake. Girls also have it. Yes, even now.. but may not be in the cities ! Go to village areas, there are many girls and ladies with that !!

That's not a news to me, though. But how to get some pictures of that  ?

Naughty again ...Papaya and Konakam

Uma showed me some more of the naughty pictures she took on Sunday.

Here are a few, among many she had.

Pappaya is well known to you. See these two pictures. Seeing them, I commented :"Good photos, You are a nature lover ?". She replied : "Yes..  certainly..  I see a very natural one..  a similarity .. in these pictures...".

"What's that ? " I asked. "That looks like my grand mother's boobs !", she said.

Wow.. these papayas... hanging boobs ! That's very interesting. Isn't it ?

Another picture is a piece of cloth on a chair in my dressing (corner of my bedroom). "Hey..  why you want to show this ?' I asked. "That's an erotic element ... very interesting ... arousing..".

That's what normally I have, the inner one, while at home.

6x3 and 24x6

Uma's 6x3 ; Drying in sunshine, after wash.
A 24x6 in the bedroom




Uma is sitting next to me now. She , before commencing today's tuition class, wanted to check with me about today's revelations. She had just read it and says :
"Maamma, how do they understand these numbers ? No one can get an idea about 6'x3' cotton cloth. Please give some more clues."
I said : "Not yet, Let's wait for a couple of days, till someone , if at all, gets the click ! "
"And what about your new number game, 24x6 ? If it were 24x7, they would have got it."
"Wait Uma, don't be in a hurry. 24x7 is universal. I want to make 24x6 also universal. What do you say ?' I said. "Do you have 6x3 right now ? "
She pinched my head, and said "No way ! Can't you see my Churidar, Maamma ?'
She's right. Ok, let me give some clues. Please see the pictures.