A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION - Part 05 of 37

 

CHAPTER FOUR:

The Business Management Diploma course I joined had lectures from Monday to Friday every week, between 8.30 a.m. to 1.30 p.m. It was not difficult to get to the institute from Aunt Hillary’s palace than I first thought. Bus route number 104 from Wattala to Bambalapitiya went passing Torrington square where my institute was. Though buses on that route were less and loitered more than other buses, it was convenient for me. All I had to do was leave a bit earlier from home.

I normally left home around six in the morning and had my breakfast at the institute canteen before the lectures began. I also had my lunch there after lectures and hung around shopping malls in Bambalapitiya before returning home during that first week. I often picked up my dinner from some take-a-way joint that I came across on my way home, because I felt uneasy of having to get dinner from Aunt Hillary.

The living room door was usually closed when I left home in the mornings though I sometimes heard Aunt Hillary awake and working in her pantry. Aunt Hillary was in a habit of reading during the afternoons when she was at home. She did her reading in the verandah just outside my room. I saw her reading a couple of days when I returned home. She went in to prepare dinner only when it was getting dark. She always offered to prepare dinner for me which I very politely refused during that first week I stayed at her house.

Aunt Hillary everyday chatted with me either if I happened to return while she was in the verandah or by tapping on my door before she went inside the house, in case I had come to my room before she came out into the verandah. She always inquired about how my day was. She also told me sometimes how her day had been spent. It was mostly about her charity work and her Yoga classes she described to me. As my mother called Aunty during the day to inquire about me, Aunt Hillary also told me what she and mom discusses.  Of cause, I spoke to mom every day from the coin-pay-phone-booth near the institute and got updated about such conversations too. Mobile phones were hardly heard about in those old days. Coin and pay-phone-card booths were the most popular way of communication apart from the land lines at homes and post-offices.

That Friday my lectures ended early. Therefore I returned without delay because my father was supposed to pick me up from Aunt Hillary’s house and take me home for the weekend. Instead of having lunch at the Institute canteen I brought a packet of lunch on my way to eat after having a shower. It was around 2.00 p.m. when I came to my room. The Living room door was closed. Aunt Hillary’s car was there. So I assumed she was at home and still having her afternoon nap.

After having a bath and my lunch, I too decided to have nap. As I was lying on my bed I heard the living room door open and Aunt Hillary entering the Verandah. There were two cane easy chairs in the verandah. One was just near my room door and the other was near the study room door. Aunt Hillary usually opted to sit on the chair next to my room door, obviously because it gave better lighting conditions for reading. These recliner chairs although not as flat as a planter’s chair, were comfortable enough to lay back and stretch one’s legs and relax.

I was lying prone on the bed with my head towards the room door. Each time the curtain of my room door swayed-in in the wind, I could see Aunt Hillary’s beautiful feet at an unbelievably close range. The wind was blowing in to the room, pushing the curtain back every now and then. I held the curtain to delay its fall so that I got some more time to gaze at those gorgeous feet. In this position I was able to only see the feet of Aunt Hillary and on the other hand she had no way of knowing that I was gazing at her feet.

  In no time I was having a huge erection and eventually end-up masturbating. By then I had developed a unique way of masturbating on bed. Instead of wrapping my hand around my penis, I just lay prone on the bed with my erected penis sandwiched between my stomach and the bed-spread. Then I gently moved my hips up and down causing my shaft to move within its foreskin till I climaxed and ejaculated. This was a method I developed at the school hostel to masturbate looking at pornographic material that were hidden under the pillow. It also was helpful at home while I masturbated sniffing my mother’ high-heeled sandals placed on my pillow.

I learnt to lower my sarong and usually spread a sheet of polythene over the bed spread to avoid the fabrics getting wet and stained. But as this was not a pre-planned session I had to immediately get off the bed at the time of ejaculation. I got to the washroom and wash myself as soon as I ejaculated.

My farther came to pick me up around 6.00 p.m. in the evening. He had been in Colombo during the day, meetings with some foreign tea buyers. He had come with his driver Charley.

“Aiyo! Karl, you should have brought Madhu and dropped her here in morning know? I was home all day today” Aunt Hillary complained when my father entered the verandah.

“Yes, that was our also our plan. But unfortunately my sister had got a bit ill last night and Madhu had to go see her” my father explained apologetically.

“Yeah! I heard it from Madhu. She called me this afternoon. Good that your sister is feeling better now” Aunt Hillary said.

“And hope she also told about this Sunday?” father paused.

“Of cause? You are expecting some foreign gust at your Estate it seems? No problem. As far as Tom is comfortable I don’t mind him staying here as long as you want me to keep him here. I’ll be looking forward to see him back on Sunday then?” Aunt Hillary said with a smile.

Mother had told me earlier that a group of foreigners were visiting the Estate on Sunday and would be having lunch at our house. Because of that they had to postpone coming to Colombo and looking for a room for me. She asked me whether it was okay for me to stay at Aunt Hillary’s place for another week. I said I didn’t mind that as long as Aunt Hillary was okay with it.

“Yes. In fact it is the same group that I met today. They are very eager in visiting the Estate. If not Madhu and I were to come on Sunday and look for a place to board Tom. Hope he has not been too much of a trouble to you during this week Hillary” father said nodding his head towards me.

—Not at all Karl!  He’s a very quiet guy. I hardly noticed he was living in my house for the past week. In fact it would have been me bothering him every evening asking him various questions? I did offer him dinner but he refused every time saying he was okay. So I didn’t push it much. But as I even told Madhu over the phone, it is no bother for me at all to give him some dinner. That is of cause only if he is comfortable with having dinner with me. I think he is a bit shy for that” Aunt Hillary said laughingly.

“Ah! You must wait and see. That is because you’ve not got to know him fully yet. He’s initially a bit shy with strangers but once he gets familiar, then you’ll have your ears filled with his jabbering˜ my father said to my embarrassment.

“I wouldn’t mind that. Seriously, I even felt like asking him to come and watch some TV with me in the evenings.  But then through better not disturb his privacy. He must have to study and all know?˜ Aunt Hillary said.

“What study? He must have slept the whole time without anyone to disturb him. Not TV! You better get him to do some of your house hold cores. He’s good at scraping coconut, peeling potatoes and chopping vegetables. His mother gets him to do them at home˜ Father said laughingly.

We all ended up laughing, but I was Beet-Red with embarrassment. We left Aunt Hillary’s place shortly. That night we discussed the matter over dinner and it was settled that I would stay at Aunt Hillary’s place as long as she was willing to keep me, because Aunt Hillary had told mom that evening that she didn’t mind me staying at her place as long as I was comfortable.

Though it was not exactly the “Colombo neighborhood’ I expected I would have loved to stayed in with night-clubs and shopping malls close by, I was happening to kind of like Aunt Hillary’s room at Wattala. I had a gut feeling that it wouldn’t be boring as much as I thought it would be initially. So I agreed to mom’s suggestion of asking Aunt Hillary to keep me for long.

 Also, as travelling up and down every week was so tiring and expensive; I said I would come home by bus once a month. My parents also said they would try to visit me at least once a month. Mother was very happy looking forward in visiting her best friend more often.

There were no significant changes in our normal routines during the next few weeks that were to come except me coming to the room early and laying on the bed gazing at Aunt Hillary’s feet while she sat in the verandah and did her reading. Then I had a wash and came out to have a walk outside.  We chatted for a while in the verandah about ‘how our days were’. She often reminded me that her offer to have dinner with her and watch TV was still on. I kindly denied it stating various reasons. I walked up to the junction nearby and ate at a small food outlet late in the evening.

On one Friday while we were having our daily little chats Aunt Hillary asked me what my plans were for that weekend. She wanted to know whether I had planned to go home during that weekend. She knew that if I didn’t go home during the weekend, I just loitered around Colombo visiting the public library or watching movies.

 —Well? In that case that you are not going home this weekend, I was wandering whether you would be interested in participating in a cleaning campaign? We’ve organized a cleaning campaign tomorrow at the Negambo Hospital. Your mother always tells me to get you involved in my charity work. That’s why I thought of asking you. You are always welcome to join me. That is of cause if you are willing to only˜ Aunt Hillary said.

—Yes, sure aunty. I hadn’t planned anything special for tomorrow. I’d love to come˜ I said.

 

—Great, I’ve planned to leave around seven. We could grab some breakfast on the way. What say? Is that okay then? she asked. I nodded my head in agreement.

 

The next morning I got dressed early, locked my room and sat on one of the cane chair in the verandah and waited for Aunt Hillary. She came out a few minutes past seven o’clock.

 

—Hi, Good Morning! You’re ready and waiting? Hope I haven’t kept you waiting for long?”  She said while locking the door behind her.

 

Aunt Hillary was wearing a pair of black cotton slacks with a loose- fit white cotton shirt. Her hair was held up in a pony-tail. There was a hint of make-up on her face and the white Perl stud earrings and necklace brightened her looks. She had opted to wear a pair of kitten heeled black pumps.

 

I was a bit disappointed to see her in coat shoes as they covered most parts of her beautiful feet, including her lovely toes and heels. Yet, her feet looked quite elegant in those shiny black pumps.

 

“Would you mind driving?” she gave me the keys. She knew that I drove our station-wagon car and that I had my driving license. I took the key from her. As we approached her Lancer Sedan parked at the side of the house, I opened the passenger door and held it for her.

 

—Well, thank you! Mister˜ she said blushingly as she got in.

 

On the way we stopped at a food outlet and had some hotdogs for breakfast. The group of the cleaning campaign was scheduled to meet-up at the Hospital car park at eight thirty. Most of them had already come when we went. —Hi guys. Meet Tom, my newest bodyguard˜ aunt Hillary announced as we got off the car and approached the group. Every one yelled and laughed.

 

The group consisted of both sexes and members of a wide cross-section of age groups. There were teenagers to very elderly senior citizens among them. They all introduced themselves to me.

 

The cleaning campaign was organized by the —Society of Footage for Kindness and Care˜; a non-profit oriented NGO of which aunt Hillary was then vice-president. It was called the FKC Society in short. The task for that day was to clean-up and paint a maternity ward of the hospital.

 

The patients had been temporally moved out to another ward. As everyone worked so enthusiastically, the work was done and finished by one o’clock in the afternoon. I was so impressed about Aunt Hillary that day. She definitely was a team leader. Not only was she a very active worker she was also a good organizer. She listened to everyone, looked into everyone’s need and cheered and encouraged everyone.

 

She discussed matters with the hospital authorities and got the team to do exactly what was needed to be done. In the meantime she also didn’t forget to check-in on how I was getting along with the others.

 

I felt more close and friendly to Aunt Hillary during the drive back home. We had lunch together at a way-side restaurant. I was conversing with her much freely now. Of cause, Aunt Hillary was a very easy person to have a conversation. She was a well-read person and was easy to build a conversation with no matter what the topic of the conversation was.

She explained to me what the FKC society’s objectives were and invited me to become a member of it. I agreed willingly.

 

That afternoon too Aunt Hillary came out to the verandah to read. I lay on my bed and watched her feet. They were sore and the edge of the court shoes she wore in the morning had left reddish marks on her fair skin. Instead of masturbating that evening, I thought of going out and continuing the chat I was having with Aunt Hillary in the morning.