29-10-2021, 05:56 AM
Ramesh continued his story after a quick handful of peanuts that he chewed noisily and with gusto. The evening was turning out quite enjoyable.
“I walked toward her and stopped at the dustbin on the floor next to the desk.
She turned her back to me and bent slowly…and picked up something from the pile of clothes.
She stretched it out as though showing me what it was, a lacy, gauzy piece of clothing that I had a hard time understanding what it was.
Then I got it!
Panties! Panties like that? It was like not even enough material for a handkerchief.”
Ramesh pulled out his grubby one from his pocket to demonstrate.
“Not even half of this and so thin! I have seen dupattas that are thicker. You could see all through it. I could see her fingers, her whole hand!”
Ramesh had been actually clueless at the time. It was only with later reflection that he had realized what it must’ve been, but he didn’t want to tell Prakash that.
“She bent and stepped into them, one foot at a time. She did it slowly, it seemed, not at all like we do it—you know, take bath, pull it on quickly—but she did it slowly so sexy man! I could see the bottom of her ass and the darkness between as she pulled the garment all the way up and the kameez dropped down like a curtain. The kameez was slit high and I could see tantalizing glimpses of her waist as the garment swished open and closed with her movements.”
“She repeated the performance with the salwar and again, I got a great look at her now translucent red lace-encased butt and naked upper thighs.”
Prakash sighed and put a palm over his heart once again. Ramesh giggled. He was clearly the senior partner in this situation, even though Prakash may have had overall more sexual experience.
“Nangi! When she started, she only had that thin kameez on, bhai! I’m telling you, it was nothing more than a wet dream!”
“Then what happened?” Prakash poured them the last of the rum and added in some tap water. Soda was too expensive.
“The there was only one thing left."
"She hesitated when she came to it on the floor, she was bent over, her ass sticking out at me, man, and what an ass it is. Then she made a small sound that sounded like a cry, a cough maybe.
And she started shaking like she was laughing or maybe crying.
I was standing like a rock and had no idea if I was supposed to go and help her or not. But the moment passed. After a few seconds, she just picked it up and shoved the bra into her purse. She dropped in her laptop and turned to me with a huge smile. ‘Goodbye Ramesh,’ she said.”
“In English?”
“Yeah, English this time,” Ramesh said.
“And the chunni? The dupatta?” Prakash wanted to know.
Ramesh had to think a little. Where had it been? Had it been on the chair? Dbangd over the back go it or had it been on the hook behind the door? Or had it been on the floor all along?
“On the chair I think. She picked it up last. Just as she turned for the door.”
Prakash sighed once more. His whole contribution seemed to have been sighs and moans all evening. The drinks were almost over.
“But wait,” Ramesh said like a salesman on late night TV. “There’s more. She was almost at the door with me still standing like a fool with the dustbin in my hand when she stopped and said, ‘see you tomorrow then?’”
Prakash roared with laughter and slapped his thigh. “See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow! My God Ramu, it wasn’t even your day! So, what did you say?”
Ramesh grinned crookedly. “What could I say? I’m not a chutiya that I would pass this up! I just nodded.”
He had actually nodded like a dumb animal, not like the hero he was portraying himself to be in front of his friend, but that was okay. It was his day off, but he was damned if he would miss the opportunity.
Prakash crammed a fistful of peanuts into his mouth and spoke indistinctly, but with great excitement. He was leaning forward, his hands on his thighs, his eyes shining.
Clearly he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. “Then what happened? It’s been a month at least since then, don’t tell me nothing happened! Give me something yaar!”
And what could Ramesh do but oblige? But first, of course, more booze had to be bought. This wasn’t something one did dry.
“I walked toward her and stopped at the dustbin on the floor next to the desk.
She turned her back to me and bent slowly…and picked up something from the pile of clothes.
She stretched it out as though showing me what it was, a lacy, gauzy piece of clothing that I had a hard time understanding what it was.
Then I got it!
Panties! Panties like that? It was like not even enough material for a handkerchief.”
Ramesh pulled out his grubby one from his pocket to demonstrate.
“Not even half of this and so thin! I have seen dupattas that are thicker. You could see all through it. I could see her fingers, her whole hand!”
Ramesh had been actually clueless at the time. It was only with later reflection that he had realized what it must’ve been, but he didn’t want to tell Prakash that.
“She bent and stepped into them, one foot at a time. She did it slowly, it seemed, not at all like we do it—you know, take bath, pull it on quickly—but she did it slowly so sexy man! I could see the bottom of her ass and the darkness between as she pulled the garment all the way up and the kameez dropped down like a curtain. The kameez was slit high and I could see tantalizing glimpses of her waist as the garment swished open and closed with her movements.”
“She repeated the performance with the salwar and again, I got a great look at her now translucent red lace-encased butt and naked upper thighs.”
Prakash sighed and put a palm over his heart once again. Ramesh giggled. He was clearly the senior partner in this situation, even though Prakash may have had overall more sexual experience.
“Nangi! When she started, she only had that thin kameez on, bhai! I’m telling you, it was nothing more than a wet dream!”
“Then what happened?” Prakash poured them the last of the rum and added in some tap water. Soda was too expensive.
“The there was only one thing left."
"She hesitated when she came to it on the floor, she was bent over, her ass sticking out at me, man, and what an ass it is. Then she made a small sound that sounded like a cry, a cough maybe.
And she started shaking like she was laughing or maybe crying.
I was standing like a rock and had no idea if I was supposed to go and help her or not. But the moment passed. After a few seconds, she just picked it up and shoved the bra into her purse. She dropped in her laptop and turned to me with a huge smile. ‘Goodbye Ramesh,’ she said.”
“In English?”
“Yeah, English this time,” Ramesh said.
“And the chunni? The dupatta?” Prakash wanted to know.
Ramesh had to think a little. Where had it been? Had it been on the chair? Dbangd over the back go it or had it been on the hook behind the door? Or had it been on the floor all along?
“On the chair I think. She picked it up last. Just as she turned for the door.”
Prakash sighed once more. His whole contribution seemed to have been sighs and moans all evening. The drinks were almost over.
“But wait,” Ramesh said like a salesman on late night TV. “There’s more. She was almost at the door with me still standing like a fool with the dustbin in my hand when she stopped and said, ‘see you tomorrow then?’”
Prakash roared with laughter and slapped his thigh. “See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow! My God Ramu, it wasn’t even your day! So, what did you say?”
Ramesh grinned crookedly. “What could I say? I’m not a chutiya that I would pass this up! I just nodded.”
He had actually nodded like a dumb animal, not like the hero he was portraying himself to be in front of his friend, but that was okay. It was his day off, but he was damned if he would miss the opportunity.
Prakash crammed a fistful of peanuts into his mouth and spoke indistinctly, but with great excitement. He was leaning forward, his hands on his thighs, his eyes shining.
Clearly he hadn’t anticipated this turn of events. “Then what happened? It’s been a month at least since then, don’t tell me nothing happened! Give me something yaar!”
And what could Ramesh do but oblige? But first, of course, more booze had to be bought. This wasn’t something one did dry.
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