Adultery Indian Wife's Sister by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

‘Yes?’ she asked enquiringly.

‘Is there anything you want?’ he asked.

‘No, thank you.’ she smiled at him. He soon withdrew. What sort of a man is this she thought? He could have asked me this when he came to keep the suitcase. Anyway, she went to the bathroom and stripped. There was a full mirror there and Anju spent a considerable amount of time in admiring herself. She had always liked what she had seen in the mirror but over the past one year, she too had started loving the glow on her own body. Her breasts were what had received the maximum compliments from people during her recent trip to France with friends. Initially she had been hesitant to strip, but once she had done that, she thanked God for having done it. Fully round with not the slightest semblance of drooping, they were 34 C, capped by pinkish pert nipples which made most of the people think that she too was an European . Her pussy just below the flat stomach was mostly shaved but with a neatly trimmed triangle of hair on top. Her pussy lips were slightly off tone to the rest of her skin, having just a slight pinkish hue and somewhat puffy. Smooth, hairless, long legs and beautifully manicured feet. She opened the shower and watched as the nipples, suitably titillated by the jet of water stood completely erect. Anju felt aroused and soon directed the jets of water elsewhere. Suitably relaxed, she switched off the tap, patted herself dry with the towel and entered her room again. The France trip had made her quite comfortable with nudity. Keeping the towel on the chair, she chose panty and a nightie to wear. Though it was afternoon, she knew that she would be sleeping after lunch, so why indulge in unnecessary formalities?

‘Oh Anju, love. Please do me a favour.’ Anita called from her room. ‘There are certain clothes to be given for ironing. Bhavu has kept the clothes there. Since he is busy helping Lakshmi lay the lunch, please note down the items and number of clothes given.’

‘Sure.’ Anju said. She sat on the sofa with the pencil and copy. Since it was difficult to write that way, she kept her feet about a foot away from one another on the sofa while the knees were together and provided rest to the copy so as to enable her to write. In this angle, her panty was fully visible from the kitchen. Without her knowledge Bhavu was drinking in this lovely sight unable to believe his good luck while Anju kept writing blissfully unaware that the contours of her virgin pussy lips were visible. Bhavu stared hard to see the presence of any pubic hair but there was none. Bhavu was not the only one who saw this sight. Even Anita did but from her position she did not know that Bhavu could see what she was seeing. She thought of telling Anju but decided against it. After all it had been so long that Anju had last visited them. Moreover she was a young grown up girl. Such comments would only go to irritate her.

Once Anju’s work was over, she went to Anita. ‘ Thanks, love.’ Anita said. ‘That is a pretty nightie you have there. And this peach colour is my favourite’

‘This, Yes, it is nice. I have ones that are even more revealing. I was under the impression that only Lakshmi was working here. Now this boy, Bhavu…. That is why I wore this.’

‘That is thoughtful of you but Bhavu is a well behaved and good boy.’ Anita said .‘And yes, tomorrow I have to go to Bombay with your Jiju for a function of his office. His chairman is coming and I just have to be there.’

‘Didi, tomorrow Ashok is also coming.’ Anju said shyly.

‘Your fiancé?’ Anita was surprised. ‘ Now you are getting naughty. You called him here?’

‘No, didi. Tomorrow is the inauguration of a night club and that is owned by one of his close friends. He has insisted that I too go along. Will that be okay, Didi?’

‘Okay. But where will he stay?’ Anita was not too thrilled with the idea if a boy staying in the same house with Anju.

‘He has another friend with whom he will stay. I promise everything will be fine.’ Anju pleaded.

‘Okay. But we will leave in the morning. The house will be open. You can take whatever you like. The other car will be here. You should take Bhavu to drive the both of you. Your Jiju is very particular about driver being present. So even if Ashok drives, do take Bhavu. In case of a puncture or any other emergency.’

‘Thanks, Didi. Thanks a lot.’ Anju hugged Anita tightly.

Anju was so happy. Ashok was a person she liked a lot and at that age she did not know whether that was actually love. The trip to France had been an eye opener. People were so comfortable with nudity there. Seeing the matter-of-fact manner with which even full nudity was treated there, she too had got a number of such photographs clicked. There were ten of them; three of which showed off her body from the front, fully nude. Watching them always gave her a frisson of excitement. She again took out the envelope from the suitcase and again gave them a cursory glance.