23-01-2020, 11:37 PM
Jyoti's shaking hands pulled up her Kurta. She saw the man's eyes staring at her covered breasts, waiting for them to be exposed. Her white bra was now all that covered her breasts from the leering man. She reached behind her back and unclasped it. With her bra hanging loosely in front of her breasts, Jyoti lost her nerve and wasn't able to fully expose herself. She left the bra dangling, covering most of her breasts, while she opened her jeans. After first kicking off her sandals, Jyoti leaned over to push her jeans down. This caused the bra to fall away from her body, exposing her breasts to Mr. Misra. She pressed the bra to her chest while pushing her pants down with her other hand.
Akhil Misra was enjoying the show. It was obvious to him how embarrassed the woman was, which added to his pleasure. When her tits came out of her bra he saw the long nipples, which he assumed was stiffened from the cool air. While Jyoti struggled to step out of her pants, using only one hand, Mr. Misra kept his eyes locked on her panties. They were plain white cotton panties, but even that added to his excitement. Evidently the woman undressing before him was modest. He surmised correctly that he was the only man, other than her husband, to see her in her underwear.
Jyoti stood trembling. She was standing almost completely naked in front of her husband's boss. One hand was holding her loose bra to her breasts and the other was covering her crotch. In one quick motion she pulled the bra off and covered her now naked breasts with her hand. Then she froze.
Mr. Misra stared at the immobile woman enjoying her discomfort. But after a while he got impatient. He stared at Jyoti. She understood what he was implying and took a deep breath for courage. Jyoti pushed her panties down and off as quickly as she could, knowing her privates were visible until her hand returned to cover it. She was standing completely naked, trying her best to cover her tits and pussy.
"Put your arms at your sides," Mr. Misra said coldly.
Jyoti knew this was the moment of truth. Could she display her nude body to the man? She thought of the consequence of not doing it and complied. Standing at attention, Jyoti was showing her body to a man other than her husband. She hated seeing the wanton look in his eyes as he scanned her nudity.
"Turn around... slowly," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti did as ordered, turning away from Mr. Misra, showing him her ass. Then she kept turning until she once again faced him.
"I didn't mean all the way around," he said.
Jyoti once again turned, but this time stopping with her back to him. The room was silent and it was even more painful not to be able to see him... to know what he was doing. For the modest wife and mother it seemed like an eternity.
"Spread your legs," Mr. Misra said. "Good. Now bend at the waist and look at me from between your legs."
Jyoti gasped when she saw the upside down figure. His pants and underwear were off and his hard cock was sticking up. Not only was it hard, but Mr. Misra' cock looked much bigger -- longer and thicker -- than her husband's thin four-incher. She was also very aware that her pussy was exposed, and the cool air told her that her pussy-lips had parted. No one, not even her husband, had ever viewed her genitals like that.
Akhil Misra was enjoying the show. It was obvious to him how embarrassed the woman was, which added to his pleasure. When her tits came out of her bra he saw the long nipples, which he assumed was stiffened from the cool air. While Jyoti struggled to step out of her pants, using only one hand, Mr. Misra kept his eyes locked on her panties. They were plain white cotton panties, but even that added to his excitement. Evidently the woman undressing before him was modest. He surmised correctly that he was the only man, other than her husband, to see her in her underwear.
Jyoti stood trembling. She was standing almost completely naked in front of her husband's boss. One hand was holding her loose bra to her breasts and the other was covering her crotch. In one quick motion she pulled the bra off and covered her now naked breasts with her hand. Then she froze.
Mr. Misra stared at the immobile woman enjoying her discomfort. But after a while he got impatient. He stared at Jyoti. She understood what he was implying and took a deep breath for courage. Jyoti pushed her panties down and off as quickly as she could, knowing her privates were visible until her hand returned to cover it. She was standing completely naked, trying her best to cover her tits and pussy.
"Put your arms at your sides," Mr. Misra said coldly.
Jyoti knew this was the moment of truth. Could she display her nude body to the man? She thought of the consequence of not doing it and complied. Standing at attention, Jyoti was showing her body to a man other than her husband. She hated seeing the wanton look in his eyes as he scanned her nudity.
"Turn around... slowly," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti did as ordered, turning away from Mr. Misra, showing him her ass. Then she kept turning until she once again faced him.
"I didn't mean all the way around," he said.
Jyoti once again turned, but this time stopping with her back to him. The room was silent and it was even more painful not to be able to see him... to know what he was doing. For the modest wife and mother it seemed like an eternity.
"Spread your legs," Mr. Misra said. "Good. Now bend at the waist and look at me from between your legs."
Jyoti gasped when she saw the upside down figure. His pants and underwear were off and his hard cock was sticking up. Not only was it hard, but Mr. Misra' cock looked much bigger -- longer and thicker -- than her husband's thin four-incher. She was also very aware that her pussy was exposed, and the cool air told her that her pussy-lips had parted. No one, not even her husband, had ever viewed her genitals like that.
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