Adultery Lockdown Sex Diaries - Shobha and the Servant

[RaviShikha]

In a smooth action, she got up from the table, slung the carry bag across her shoulders and sashayed across the tavern floor towards the spot where the waiter had pointed. Chetan's mouth dropped open and he looked at her. She swayed her ass in an exaggerated manner, just like a model on a catwalk and she walked past and between the tables with the truck driver and his cleaner, and the college kids. Six pairs of male eyes watched her gorgeous ass.

She paused the spot at the other end of the tavern where there was a clearing without tables. She spun around on her heels like a model who reaches the end of the catwalk and pivots. A 40-watt yellow bulb hung exactly above her head and illuminating her, making her body shine even more in contrast to the dim light in the tavern. She placed the cart bag on a still next to her. And then in a single smooth act, she pulled apart the cross tail flaps of her shirt and took it off.

There was pin drop silence in the room as the men watched stunned. She was now clothed only in her black bra and denim shorts. The black bra contrasted with creamy fair skin that glowed golden in the reflection of the bulb above. Shobha then turned her back to her male audience. The bra she wore had a thin strap, and her naked smooth back glistened in the reflected light. She then reached back, and in one practiced stroke unhooked her bra and pulled it off her body this showing her bare back to the audience. She paused for a few seconds like a model at the catwalk  posing and waiting for the cameras to click And the audience to take in this fill of the spectacle.

And then' hands on her hips, she spun around, bare-breasted, to face her audience.

Her magnificent 36C breasts jiggled with the pivot and were now exposed to eight pairs of male eyes. The waiter froze in mid motion, and so did Chetan and the six other men in the room staring at the stunning spectacle in front of them.

Chetan's mouth dropped open. He wanted to shout but no words came out.

Shobha tilted her chin up, raised her hands, brought them to her forehead and then slowly ran her hands through the wet hair. The act caused her naked breasts to thrust out even more. Her smooth, hairless armpits were exposed to the audience. Her dark brown nipples, perfectly rounded like a full moon crowned the tip of medium sized well rounded breasts. The nipples were visibly erect. He hands caressed and brushed the length of her her hair, and then she brought the palm's forward. She brought her two hands on either side of her full breasts, almost as if she then wanted to squeeze the gorgeous globes together. Instead her hands brushed past the breasts, caressed her chest, paused at her navel and then went down to the denim shorts.

Which she then pulled off her body.

Chetan watched in stunned and paralyzed silence as if watching an erotic movie. He wife of two years was now standing topless, and clad only in black panties. She didn't make eye contact with the men in the tavern. For all she cared, she was along in the privacy of her room and stripping unconcerned about the audience she had. She then leaned across and zipped open the carry bag. Her heavy breasts jiggled.

Chetan thought he heard a glass drop from the hands of the truck driver and shatter as it hit the floor. No one bothered about the broken glass as they all drunk in the spectacle of a lifetime.

A.naked, beautiful woman performing a strip tease in a filthy tavern.

Shobha pulled out a clinging full sleeved t-shirt. She casually pulled it on over her breasts. Eight pairs of male eyes, including the husband watched reluctantly as the gorgeous breasts disappeared under a clingy long sleeved t-shirt. Shobha then pulled out another pair of dry shorts. She casually pulled it over her panties and coolly buttoned up. She then smoothed the t-shirt and adjusted it over the shorts.

And she retraced her walk from the far end towards her husband. Her braless breasts jiggled as she walked, and the nipples were erect and protruding. She walked past the men, open mouthed and frozen like statues,  who weren't even blinking because they didn't want to miss anything in this erotic spectacle.

Shobha reached their table, smiled innocently at Chetan, "Jaanu, shall we leave? It's stopped raining now".

Chetan snapped out of his daze, pulled out a five hundred rupee note from  his wallet, threw it on the table, grabbed Shobha by the elbow, picked up the carry bag in his other hand and ran out of the tavern.

Neither of them looked back as they raced away.