Ionia, the Sweet girl

Uma didn't call me today. I too didn't try her. I am in a hangover ! Hangover not caused by 8PM, but by Ionia. Yes... she gave me a series of surges ... surges of my pleasures. Pleasures of many kinds ! and the ultimate pleasure.

Ionia was with me yesterday evening. I left the office early. Pai dropped me at home and returned. Ionia reached me around 5pm, with her pack of Onakkodi. One set of Blue Jeans and a white Top; and a Churidaar (a bit brownish, with some art stiching on the front side, and a white bottom). That's all her choice.
I had two measures of 8PM, slow sipping, over the two hours she spent with me. But Ionia didn't taste it even. That's a surprise for me. She said, since she's to return home, and Mummy shouldn't feel bad of it { as if Mummy is not aware ! }, she declined to give company. That's OK ! But she reminded me to keep stock for Onam days... when she and Mummy would join me. "Yes...certainly', I said.

I prompted her to wear her new dress. She was all the more ready to act. But she gave me an initial notice.
"Uncle... today I can't share any group acts ... it's all red there .." she said pointing at her heavenly spot. That was disappointing for me... however, I had to agree with her.
"OK...but ... let's exclude that spot... then things are clear..!" I said. She laughed and tapped on my cheeks.
Then it was like a strip dance. She started removing 1..2..3.... of her garments... not the 4th. Oh.... I just watched ... I decided to enjoy the striptease dance ( is that word right ?) . Now she started putting on her new churidaar. 1..2..3.. and no shimmy and shawl ! It's very nice fiiting. Not tight really, but good shaped one ! Oomm...
May be after a five minutes critical analysis, stripping resumed. The Churidaar went back to it's packet. Two minutes again, like the Bombay girl (Have you see that video ? ).
Now, it was the turn of the Jeans. Jeans and top. Jeans fitting tight. Top fitting not too tight, but shapely. It's white top... with words on it "Sweet girl". dancing and laughing, she tapped on me... my head, face, and down below .. Oh... The jeans and top went back to the packet.

In another five minutes, she was back in her churidaar, and the new ones packed.
She sat on my lap for sometime, licking my lips, and reciprocations.

Pai came at around 7. I asked him to put Ionia back to her place. Thanking me and winking at me, she left with Pai. Only to meet her for a couple of hot days next week.

Onathaar and Onakkodi

Uma likes to sing, Only when in a happy mood. That's why she started singing yesterday evening. She sang a few Onam songs.. two three lines each. One which I remember is "Onathaaraadi varunne.. onathaaraadi varunne... ".

Last day, she reminded me that Onam is around the corner. Then I told her to make her purchases early, before the heavy crowding in the shops. She agreed. That's how we decided to go for shopping.

We had been to the very famous traditional named shop, where excellent handloom cloths are available. Infact, that's the only shop in this City, where you get the right Onnaramundu. Moreover, Uma wanted to buy something special (traditional, aristocratic stuff !). That's how we went to that shop.

Uma bought a Kerala saree, and two settumundu, with all its matching materials. Ofcourse, onnaramundus, three of them, and a churidaar (kodi colour)

( I'll show you the stuff she bought, later )

Enroute returning home, we had been to the 'Sale', where all kinds of cheap cloths are available. For Uma, it's a place where some special, but cheap , materials are available. There, she bought a couple of bras and panties. Bra with moulded cup, ideal with churidaar, she says. I'll get the snaps, when she wears all these !

( Allpictures later, Please..)