Aditi's Swee(a)t Life Pt. 01

The car suddenly breaking to a halt startled me. The fully air conditioned vehicle never had given any trouble before. But now it was standing still in the middle of the street. I asked, "What happened Abdul uncle?"

My driver Abdul looked at me and said, "Something is wrong Aditi beti (daughter). Let me see."

He went out and checked the engine of the car. I was getting a bit worried since it was the first day of my coaching classes. I was preparing for an MBA entrance after my graduation and didn't want to be late for my first coaching class. I got down from the vehicle and enquired, "How long would it take Abdul uncle?"

Abdul replied, "It's actually very bad and will need a mechanic. Should I call the other vehicle from back home?"

I said, "But that will take a lot of time, I don't want to be so late uncle."

As soon as the car stopped the AC had stopped working. I could feel the summer heat. After I had stepped out of the car the heat of the afternoon sun had made me quite uncomfortable. I had always had the privilege of air conditioning in my house, classrooms and wherever I went. Being the daughter of a rich businessman and construction magnate Mr R. Bhargav had its advantages. So, being subjected to even a slight amount of heat was a rare occasion for me.

Abdul was worried since he couldn't let me ride in any taxi or public transport all by myself, and also he couldn't just leave such an expensive vehicle all by itself. Suddenly his face beamed as something caught his attention.

"Aditi beti, problem solved. There comes your company's bus, it's carrying the female workers of the construction site back home. You may ride it safely and reach your classes in time. Their basti (slum) is not very far from your coaching institute in the city." He remarked.

I looked back and saw a bus with the name Bhargav Constructions written on the top of it. I agreed to Abdul that this would be the safest and quickest option for me. Abdul stopped the bus and gave the instructions to the driver about carrying me safely to the coaching centre. I then rode the bus and Abdul left to find a mechanic.

As I boarded the bus an unfamiliar smell hit my nostrils. It was the smell of day-long sweat mixed with dirt and other things coming from the bodies of about thirty female labourers who were returning home after the completion of their work at my daddy's construction site. The sudden smell made me feel uneasy as never in my life had I been subjected to heat and sweat. Trying to adjust myself I slowly looked around to find a seat. The driver was interestingly a woman too. She said, "Miss you may sit anywhere, after all you are our chhoti malkin (Younger female owner)."

I smiled and said, "Don't worry I shall find my seat. You may drive."

The bus had specially built large curtains that ran parallelly from one end to the other which when extended turned two pairs of seats into compartments. So if all the curtains were extended no person would be able to see what's going on in front or back of him/her. Now the curtains were open and I could see till the end of the bus.

Every seat of the bus was meant for two but most were occupied. I saw that towards the end of the bus one seat was vacant and I decided to sit there. All the women seated in the bus were surprised to see me and were whispering among themselves. As I walked past the curious and buzzing women sitting on my either side the smell of the sweat hit my nostrils again. It was not an AC bus and hence the heat was there. After coming from the construction work these women were all sweaty and the smell in the air was the combination of their reeking bodies. Only comfort was the cool breeze blowing through the windows when the bus was in motion.

As I reached the vacant seat I found it was half occupied by a tall, very dark woman in her forties. She had her eyes closed, probably resting after a hard day's work. She was wearing a sleeveless dress and since the window next to her was not open, she was sweating a lot. The sweat was glistening on her very dark skin and though it was not an attractive sight at all, I couldn't help but stare at her. She had a well built figure that showed that she was into physical work. I quietly sat beside her without disturbing her peaceful resting position.

But as the bus moved on I was getting more uncomfortable with time. I was not at all used to staying in non AC conditions and the humid atmosphere due to the shut window added to my discomfort. The woman beside me was sweating a lot and I could smell her sweat even from a distance. I wanted the window to be opened but the woman was at the window side. I slowly reached for the window pane and opened the glass, taking care that I didn't disturb the resting woman. As I moved past her I could inhale the strong smell of her sweaty body odour.

As soon as the fresh air came in I was relieved but also the labourer woman opened her eyes. The accumulated sweat slowly dripped from the side of her forehead as she looked towards me. Her dark face had a few marks and pimples and her lips were partially dark as well. She took out a packet of tobacco and slipped a bit in her mouth from it. The smell of the tobacco along with the sweaty smell really made me uncomfortable but I didn't say anything. The woman said, "Hey, who are you, my beautiful girl? You look like a pretty fairy, so fair, so lovely."

I just managed a smile and said, "I am Mr Bhargav's daughter. My car broke down on the way and so I boarded this bus. I hope I haven't disturbed you."

The woman laughed and said, "No, not at all, pretty girl. I work in your father's construction firm. My name is Kamla."

As she chewed tobacco and talked she moved herself a bit closer to me so that her sleeveless arms were brushing against my arms and shoulders. Her body was reeking of sweat and some of her sweat was getting into my clothes as well. So, I adjusted myself to sit a bit further from her so that I was almost at the edge of the seat. Kamla closed her eyes again as the gentle breeze blew from outside.

Suddenly it grew darker outside due to accumulation of clouds in the sky and soon it started to rain heavily. Water was coming in from the window and hence Kamla shut the glass of the window pane again. She spit out the tobacco from her mouth before that. Although it was raining outside, the temperature inside hadn't cooled down yet and so I grew uncomfortable again. Due to the humidity Kamla had started to sweat again. She once again closed her eyes and rested. I looked around to find any other vacant seat but there were none. Besides, all the window glasses were shut now due to the rain.

Gradually the sweaty odour of all the female bodies inside increased with time. Meanwhile Kamla with her eyes still closed raised her hand upwards and folded it from the elbow to keep the palm of her hand on her neck. It was the hand that was on my side and I couldn't help but stare at her armpit. It was fully hairy and looked like a sweaty mess. Now a stronger body odour came into my nostrils and even when I moved my face around I could still smell it. I tried to ignore it but it was always there, the strong smell and my constant urge to have a look at it. The sweaty hairy mess in the armpit of the labour woman was a very unattractive sight but my mind was constantly urging me to look at it with the corner of my eye.

I was subjected to the sweaty body of a labour class woman for the first time ever in my life. In humid non AC conditions it was my first experience and as the odour filled my senses I was feeling uncomfortable. Besides, my mind was repeatedly giving me signals to look at the unpleasant sight of the labour woman's armpit. I was quite unsure about what was happening to me and felt that I should politely ask Kamla to lower her arm. I slowly tapped at Kamla's arm, staring at her exposed armpit once more. Kamla opened her eyes and said, "What is it?"

I said, "Don't be upset but will you please lower your arm?"

"And why should I do it?" Kamla enquired.

"Err, because I could feel your armpit smell when you raise it. Sorry." I replied.

Kamla's face expression changed and she had an upset look. She said, "I didn't tell you to board the bus or sit with me. It was you who came here. If you are so uncomfortable with me you should have just left the seat or asked me to leave. You are the boss's daughter after all. Why would you sit with a lower class labour woman?"

She was angry as her voice and way of speaking showed. I at once felt very sorry to upset her since it was me who had trod into her territory and not the other way round. She got up from her seat and was about to move away when I said "No, please you are getting it all wrong Kamla Ji. I didn't mean it. Don't go, sit here. Please."

I didn't want to offend her. But she was visibly disturbed and got away from her seat. As she went out her arm brushed against my mouth, some sweat traces were left on the touching point. And I did something which I had never thought I would ever do.

I took out my tongue and licked around my mouth to taste the sweat!

The moment I did so I shocked myself. What had I done? Why did I do it? The questions that had no answers. I just looked around to see if anybody noticed my act. But none of the women in the bus were taking any interest in me but were either talking among themselves or taking a resting nap. But where was Kamla?

I looked towards my back and saw Kamla standing with both arms stretched upwards holding onto the steel rod above for support. Both her armpits were in my view now and they were very hairy indeed. Kamla had a good height for a woman and she was really well-built. I just couldn't help myself stare at her. She was not beautiful by any means and had a very dark complexion, but something she had that made me stare at her constantly. She wasn't looking towards me and with an upset face just stood there.

I got up from my seat to persuade her to sit but just then the bus stopped. "Miss, your destination is here." The lady driver remarked.

I had reached the coaching centre and needed to get down. As I walked past the group of women again the combined sweaty odour hit my nostrils one last time. Before getting down I looked back and saw Kamla eyeing me from behind. She locked eyes with me and sat down on the seat again and raised her arm once more to attain her previous position. I got down from the bus and hurried inside the coaching centre.

That night in my air conditioned room on my queen size bed I lay down and the thoughts running in my mind were just about Kamla, especially her sweaty smell, her hairy armpit, the touch of her skin on my mouth. I could actually feel the combined sweaty odour of all those women in the bus right now in my room. My mind was out of control, it just reminded me of Kamla and her sweat. And somewhere else I was out of control too.

It was my pussy. Something was happening there. I was getting horny as I thought of the dark mature woman who was a labourer in my father's company and who was double my age as well. Her body odour, her hairy armpits, her rough looks, her figure I remembered them all and got turned on. Slowly I slid my hand in my panty. It was wet! I couldn't sleep. Why was such a thing happening to me? Why do I remember a lower class labourer lady and her body, her sweaty odour? Why was she turning me on? I didn't know. But what I knew was that I needed to meet her again.

Next morning at the breakfast table mom informed me that dad and she are going out of town for a few days. Earlier I used to be very unhappy whenever my parents left town and I for some reason couldn't accompany them. But this time I was happy. I needed to be here to arrange a chance meeting with Kamla. I needed to tell her that I didn't want to offend her that day.

"Why are you being so thoughtful today Aditi?" I was startled by dad's sudden question. I just shook my head and implied that I was thinking nothing. Dad further added, "Study hard for your MBA entrance. You are the one who is going to run this business in future. I need you to be at your best."

I nodded and then concentrated on eating. My mind was thinking quickly to devise a plan to meet Kamla. Could I board that bus again on my way to the coaching centre and talk with her? But how to make it possible was the question. Everyday the vehicle was not going to break down. I needed to work something out.

That day besides Abdul our chief maid Tara also accompanied me on the journey to the city's coaching centre. As she talked about various things on the way I wasn't paying any attention and just thinking about Kamla. Seeing me deeply engaged in thoughts she asked me, "What happened, Miss Aditi? Why are you looking so worried?"

Tara had been working in our house for the past 10 years. She was a widow and aged about 40 years old. She had a dark complexion and was not very tall. Her figure was on the plumpy side. She was a good worker and looked after my needs well. However, she always tried and touched any exposed skin of my body whenever she could while she was working for me, like while handing something to me she always touched my hand or while she was sitting with me somewhere she used to brush her feet on mine if there was a chance. I never paid any heed to that and also I never encouraged her to go further.

I looked into her eyes and said, "I need to get on my dad's construction site bus. The bus that carries the female workers to their basti."

I had been very direct in my response and Tara looked really surprised. She said, "Why do you want to board that bus Miss Aditi? You have the comfort of your own vehicle."

I replied, "Actually it's a part of my MBA course project. I need to practically study the female workers working in construction companies and I need to spend time with them regarding that. It's mainly observation at first and later I shall speak with a few of them."

Tara was silent, maybe thinking what to say. I looked at her in desperation. I needed her approval to make this work. She after some time said, "Ok but have you talked with Sir or Madam regarding this?"

I held her hand and said, "Not yet Tara didi, but please understand, I need to get on that bus. Make it happen please."

There was an urgency in my words which Tara could understand and she asked Abdul uncle to stop the vehicle. Abdul was surprised but he did as asked. Tara and I got out of the car and waited for the bus. It soon came and I boarded it, much to the surprise of the female driver and the female workers sitting in the bus. They didn't expect their boss's daughter to board their bus again. The buzz started among them as I looked around for Kamla.

The familiar sweaty smell was in my nostrils again. Nothing different it was from the previous day and as my eyes looked in every corner of the bus I could see all their rough looking sweaty faces watching me. But where was Kamla? There she was, at the last double seat of the bus, all alone and looking towards me. I stepped forward towards her but as I came close to the seat she called another woman from the other side to sit with her. I was very disappointed to see that and sat on the seat vacated by the other lady.

Throughout the journey I stared at Kamla, she had her arm wrapped around the other lady and they chatted. I didn't know why but I actually felt jealous on seeing them chat. The person sitting next to me was fast asleep and I guessed that she didn't even know that I was seated by her side. Kamla would sometimes tease me by raising her arms and showing her armpits momentarily, and again bringing them down. She actually wasn't even looking at me and the entire journey I remained frustrated for not being able to talk with her and make amends. Finally with an unhappy face I came down from the bus on reaching my destination.

That night I couldn't find sleep. As I closed my eyes the rough and dark face of Kamla was in my vision. I could imagine the smell of sweat in the air even in my well furnished AC bedroom which is cleaned twice a day and kept under the influence of imported room fragrance. I wanted to sit with Kamla once and talk with her, to show her that I didn't want to offend her that day. And what I didn't want to say but knew in my mind very well was that...

I wanted to smell her sweaty odour again! I was getting fond of it now, I was missing it. As I turned over right and left on my queen size bed I really wished I could change the smell of the French room perfume to Kamla's sweaty body odour, so that I could smell it the entire night. I couldn't find sleep before 2 AM. Next morning while having breakfast Tara came to me and said, "Do you have to board the bus again today Miss Aditi? I am asking because if you do you may board it right from the construction site itself."

I looked at her, trying to understand whether she had something in her mind and then cautiously replied, "Yes I have to board that bus again Tara didi. Can it be arranged that I board it directly from the site?"

Tara smiled and said, "Of course, you are the owner's daughter, everything happens as you wish. I shall notify Abdul regarding this, in the afternoon he will take you directly to the construction site. He will then drive to the coaching centre later to pick you up when your classes are over."

I was overjoyed and said, "Thank you Tara didi. You are the best."

Tara smiled and lowered herself to plant a kiss on my either cheek for the first time. She had always been touching me here and there but today she got bold enough to kiss my cheeks. She said, "Anything for you Miss."

Thus it was arranged and in the afternoon I was standing on the main road near our construction site along with Tara. The bus came out from the site and stopped near us. I bade Tara goodbye and boarded the bus. For the third time in my life I was experiencing the sweaty odour coming from the bodies of about thirty female labourers. They were no longer surprised to see me on the bus and just chatted among themselves. As usual I found Kamla sitting towards the tail end of the bus. As I approached her once again she called another woman to sit with her.

I was very frustrated and directly asked Kamla, "Why are you not allowing me to sit with you?"

The woman who had seated next to Kamla was surprised by my way of speaking and just looked into our faces. Kamla yawned and said, "You may sit anywhere, Miss. Why bother about sitting with me? Besides, I make you uncomfortable, don't I?"

I replied, "No, that is where you are getting it all wrong Kamlaji. Let me sit with you and talk. Please."

Seeing my eagerness to sit with her Kamla remained silent for a while, eyes locked with me all the time. She then made a gesture to the woman sitting with her to go. The woman left the seat and went to sit two seats ahead. I smiled and sat beside Kamla. "Thank you." I remarked.

The familiar smell of her sweat had hit my nostrils and I was loving every bit of it. Kamla was going to open the window glass but I held her hand to stop her. She looked at me with a questioning glance. I said, "Need not close it Kamlaji."

The touch of her arm was sticky due to sweat and some traces had come into my palm as well. As I breathed in, the air contained the strong and pungent odour of her sweat. I was mesmerized, I was awestruck, a girl who had never been subjected to dirt, sweat and extreme heat in her life was spellbound by the body odour of a dark skinned lower class labourer woman who was double her age and also her father's employee.

Kamla said, "Ok I won't open the glass but are you going to leave my hand?"

I was startled and shyly left her hand. The palm of my hand was wet due to her sweat and I didn't care to wipe it, just kept it how it was. Kamla maybe by her regular habit raised her arm to a fold on the neck again but brought it down immediately, and looked towards me. I smiled and said, "Keep it up Kamlaji, sit according to your comfort."