A Lady at the Tap

She was taking a bath wrapping petticoat round her breast giving it a proper shape. There were no walls to hide her youth. The flow of water was running through the curve line between the swelled hips. Sun beams was shining on her skin and making it moon skin. She was touching her each parts up and down with her slender fingers. She looked like a nymph Menaka who was sent to Bishowmitra, a great sage, to break his meditation by Indra. She was rubbing inside slightly bending her back and putting her right hand under her petticoat. I could see her modest smile and passionate eye through the disheveled wet hair. She was stealing my gaze. 

I sat next to the road observing nature with her dancing shape in my head. I couldn't control my sight. Sometimes, my sight paused at the volleyball just beneath her chin. I didn't know why I was mad for a single glance. The chirping sound of the birds didn't hook my interest towards nature. I could see her lifting petticoat up to the knee and playfully massaging her thigh. It was white like snow. A man past by my site flinging my shirt. A bird flew from a bough of mango tree to a bamboo bush.  

She took a white bottle printed on the surface and poured some white stuff in her hand. Then, she massaged her hair playfully. Her hands were full of shop suds and ring was on her head. The sky was cloudy. I grabbed the mobile and pretended as if I was busy in some important call. My mind was with her and eyes were snapping each movements of her. She took a soap and pressed over her bosom. I felt a tug under my pant. I sighed. I lifted a chunk of paper from the ground and folded. I didn't know what I did with it. When I was conscious, there was a piece of stick and I was poking the ground absentmindedly. 

She stood in the flow of water letting it touch every part of her body. Her hades, busy hands moving in and out and up and down. She rubbed her privy part for a long time. Finally, she moved a bit away from the fountain and took a towel. She put it at the top and removed skinny petticoat demonstrating the whole landscape of her creamy parts. During this course she glanced me several times. So did I, too.

I felt a mouse sneaking into my pant. I caught at my hand and pressed hardly. In front of me, she changed top to bottom fitting each cloths to the right places. I was a single viewer of he xx movie.

My heart thumped a lot. I made the pant wet. I was afraid how I could walk in the public with the damp at the front of my pant. 

I awoke. Saw around. Grabbed the mobile from the side of the bed. I looked at the time. It was just 1.30 am. I ran to the bathroom regrading the dream.