21-01-2019, 04:05 PM
When I had entered the guest house I was pretty sure that I would "not oblige him "in any way, but now I felt quite relaxed about the whole thing, & decided to play along a little bit. I,then to prove him wrong, I slowly pulled my saree paloo down onto my waist & sat there --- my blouse had a low neckline cut & my cleavage was pretty prominent & my breasts were sort of seductively visible. I sat like that for a few minutes & tried as if to show my bra shoulder strap. I glanced at Mr.Jindal & he was watching transfixed with a very focused look --- he still looked so shy & vulnerable. He then said not to show my bra in that manner. I got the message & then hesitated a bit & then thought, might as well ---- & with him watching I slowly began to unbutton my blouse -- halfway through I spread open the blouse to show him my white bra & Mr. Jindal, in a hoarse & choked voice asked me to open it further. I slightly hesitated & the thought, might as well do it only once & then totally unhooked my blouse & spread it open for him to get a good view of my breasts in my bra. It was actually a " loveable " bra with a god provocative cut & Mr. Jindal said in a soft & emotion filled voice " they are really beautiful" & I actually blushed at this & felt quite proud then. I let him stare at my bra & breasts , slowly feeling a thrill about it myself --- He did not budge from his seat & as he promised he was content on just watching me. My saree paloo was on my lap & my blouse was fully open & becoming a little bolder now I slowly removed my blouse & pulling it off my shoulders I dropped it on the seat next to me. I feel awkward & also thrilled at my so willingly exposing myself to a man.
I then got up & walked away to the dining table & to keep my empty coke bottle on the table & knowing he was watching, did not cover myself with my saree palloo. He then asked me to remove my bra & when I hesitated, he said do whatever I was comfortable with. By then I never felt threatened or pressurised with him & walked around the hall without my blouse on. He asked to see my legs & instead of trying to remove my saree, I then simply pulled it up to sort of mid thigh to show my fair legs to him & felt a thrill about it. He asked me to repeat it &I again pulled up my saree - this time a little higher & when every time his request was repeated , I would oblige, pulling my saree further up till he could see my black panty as well. By then I was feeling very comfortable about the whole thing & then removed my saree first & then after a little while & on his persistent requests of " Pl remove yr bra " I actually removed my bra & showed my fair, firm & totally free breasts to him. He had not budged from his seat & was very content just watching me. Now I was just in my petticoat & totally topless & inspite of myself, was enjoying, what I was doing. Also, with him being a passive watcher , I was quite comfortable ---- I could have been undressing at home, for that matter. When I glanced at Mr. Jindal, I was surprised to note that he had opened his trousers & withdrawn his cock & was slowly stroking his erection. I was taken aback, but he seemed to be in such a heavenly trance , stroking his erect cock, that I did not say anything or show some discomfort, though it was a new & unexpected dimension--- in fact I slyly looked at his cock quite closely & was impressed with it's size ---- which did appear pretty large. I was now enjoying myself -- sort of posing for him. I was still topless & on an impulse, I even opened my petticoat & dropped it to the floor, to just stand in front of him , sort of naked, with just my black skimpy panty on. I turned around for him to see my buttocks etc & sort of just walked around the place, with just my high heels on & my black panty..... Mr. Jindal was quietly & intently watching me doing all this & still stroking his erect cock........ this sort of gave me a sense of satisfaction. I was enjoying my bout of exhibitionism. He indicated me to pull my panty off & I for the first time really felt shy & avoided doing so. He pleaded again & I then turned around to show my buttocks & pulled my panty down & displayed my fair & soft buttocks to him & then pulled my panty back up. I heard Jindal sighing loudly, & looked at him. He was stroking his cock furiously now & I watched him fascinated & when he slightly leaned forward, his eyes staring at me like in a trance & I saw his cock explode with his white semen spurting out.
He then sat back on his chair, dreamlike & smiled at me weakly & with a content look just relaxed back on the sofa & whispered a big "Thank You" !! I then took my own time to dress up & again with him watching & once ready waved him goodbye & quietly left the guest house. I felt a sense of achievement, thrill & exhilaration at what I had done & said to myself that it was fun. I also felt safe, because he was just a passive watcher. It was a totally different experience & in the end not very uncomfortable. The whole thing would have lasted about 45 minutes to an hour.
That night I thought about it & fell asleep dreaming that I was again stripping in the nude for Mr. Jindal. It was an erotic act I thought & I had enjoyed myself.
I then got up & walked away to the dining table & to keep my empty coke bottle on the table & knowing he was watching, did not cover myself with my saree palloo. He then asked me to remove my bra & when I hesitated, he said do whatever I was comfortable with. By then I never felt threatened or pressurised with him & walked around the hall without my blouse on. He asked to see my legs & instead of trying to remove my saree, I then simply pulled it up to sort of mid thigh to show my fair legs to him & felt a thrill about it. He asked me to repeat it &I again pulled up my saree - this time a little higher & when every time his request was repeated , I would oblige, pulling my saree further up till he could see my black panty as well. By then I was feeling very comfortable about the whole thing & then removed my saree first & then after a little while & on his persistent requests of " Pl remove yr bra " I actually removed my bra & showed my fair, firm & totally free breasts to him. He had not budged from his seat & was very content just watching me. Now I was just in my petticoat & totally topless & inspite of myself, was enjoying, what I was doing. Also, with him being a passive watcher , I was quite comfortable ---- I could have been undressing at home, for that matter. When I glanced at Mr. Jindal, I was surprised to note that he had opened his trousers & withdrawn his cock & was slowly stroking his erection. I was taken aback, but he seemed to be in such a heavenly trance , stroking his erect cock, that I did not say anything or show some discomfort, though it was a new & unexpected dimension--- in fact I slyly looked at his cock quite closely & was impressed with it's size ---- which did appear pretty large. I was now enjoying myself -- sort of posing for him. I was still topless & on an impulse, I even opened my petticoat & dropped it to the floor, to just stand in front of him , sort of naked, with just my black skimpy panty on. I turned around for him to see my buttocks etc & sort of just walked around the place, with just my high heels on & my black panty..... Mr. Jindal was quietly & intently watching me doing all this & still stroking his erect cock........ this sort of gave me a sense of satisfaction. I was enjoying my bout of exhibitionism. He indicated me to pull my panty off & I for the first time really felt shy & avoided doing so. He pleaded again & I then turned around to show my buttocks & pulled my panty down & displayed my fair & soft buttocks to him & then pulled my panty back up. I heard Jindal sighing loudly, & looked at him. He was stroking his cock furiously now & I watched him fascinated & when he slightly leaned forward, his eyes staring at me like in a trance & I saw his cock explode with his white semen spurting out.
He then sat back on his chair, dreamlike & smiled at me weakly & with a content look just relaxed back on the sofa & whispered a big "Thank You" !! I then took my own time to dress up & again with him watching & once ready waved him goodbye & quietly left the guest house. I felt a sense of achievement, thrill & exhilaration at what I had done & said to myself that it was fun. I also felt safe, because he was just a passive watcher. It was a totally different experience & in the end not very uncomfortable. The whole thing would have lasted about 45 minutes to an hour.
That night I thought about it & fell asleep dreaming that I was again stripping in the nude for Mr. Jindal. It was an erotic act I thought & I had enjoyed myself.
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