The Nri Family Part 1
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Hey, you. Ever wondered how is it to live an NRI life and have lots of fun doing the same. I am Shruti Agarwal from NYC and was introduced to this site by one of my friend who had asked me to share the story that I have and make a blog out of it. So I am going to write a series of all my life incidence and I have decided to name it as NRI family. Hope you all will like and enjoy the stories. For feedback, you can mail me at shruti12011994@gmail. Now let me introduce myself to you. My name is Shruti and my friends in NYC call me Cherry. I am 24 years old and currently doing my MS in management from New York University. I am born in the USA but my family belongs from Delhi and we often visit India once a year. Now, why am I writing the story is because one major thing which is the cause of all these incidents of my life. That is my physical asset. I don\’t claim myself to be the hottie of Hollywood but I am kind of the middle Eastern jungle Queen. I am somehow gifted with pretty good assets without working out much in my life. I am of 36-30-38 figure. If you are lucky enough you will get my Instagram ID when you mail me and then you shall know there is no exaggeration over my figure. So as I mentioned my assets are the one which has put me in trouble and the problem being I was pretty grown when I was of about 18 years. My friends always used to make fun of me and now you shall know why do they call me Cherry. So let me share the first story of my life and this goes back to when I was 16 years old. I wasn\’t an amazing student during my schooling but was not too bad as well. My parents thought I was not going according to the Indian standards of education and so they asked me to consult one of my uncle staying in NYC during my summers. His name was Amit Agarwal and was working for an MNC also be was a faculty at an established University. He was one of the closest in relatives to me and so I never felt awkward being around him but also he was a little touchy around me many times. I called him up and asked him if I can come down on Sunday only if he is free and if he could help me with the course. He politely agreed to it. My dad dropped me at uncle\’s place and he came to receive me at the gate. I always used to call him Amit Ji as my mom always taught me to give respect to elders. I got in and searched for Rekha Aunty who is Amit uncle\’s wife. Surprising she had gone out for some party with her friends. He asked me to settle down and so I did. He made me coffee as he knew I love coffees and asked me to walk go the TV room on the upper floor. I went there and relaxed on the couch. I was wearing my crop top and denim. Now imagine me in denim, it is like my ass pouts out and grabs everyone\’s attention around. Anyway, he sat down with me and started teaching me the course. We were half way through and I was feeling thirsty so he got water for me in a jug. The jug wasn\’t handy and so when I was drinking it spill over my clothes mostly my crop top. The whole shape of my boobs was exactly visible which was of 34 size. He then offered me a towel to wipe it up and also asked to go change from aunties wardrobe. I asked him to help me with the cloth as I didn\’t know which one would fit me from her wardrobe. He then took some top and starting keeping it on my shoulder to see if it was going to fit me. While doing that I felt his hands on my boobs many times but I thought it would have been unintentional. He finally found me one top with deep neck and asked me to wear it. I changed myself and went to TV room where he was sitting and using his phone. I went and sat next to him and started studying. This time I noticed him looking at my boobs a lot of times especially when I used to bend down. A few minutes later I noticed that something near his pant was not right. It was bulged out near the pant and he was in between trying to rub it with his hands with me unknowing. After we were done with the course he had put on the TV and we were watching video songs. He knew I was a dancer and loved dancing. He asked me to show him some steps for a song he liked so that he can learn for his college function. I went on in front of him and starting doing some steps and by then I noticed his hands were not moving away from his zip and he never looked on my face. After some time I stopped dancing and sat with him, he then kissed me on my cheeks and appreciated for the dance I did. After few minutes I noticed his pant near the zip was wet and I really was trying to figure out what actually just happened. He then asked me to be there in his house for tonight as he was taking me out to dinner and would drop me tomorrow to my home. To be continued…. Guys, the incident above is a personal story and hope you will respect the privacy of me as an individual even in case you find me down on any social media. I would be posting the continuity of this story very soon and trust me what happens next is something I never thought would happen. Contact me for feedback: shruti12011994@gmail