08-11-2018, 02:31 AM
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Anitya gave him a dazzling smile. "Wow, you don't waste any time, do you? Shouldn't you at least buy me a drink before asking me to go home with you?"
"Come on Anitya, I'm not in the mood for games."
"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.
"You're drunk," Sumit said noticing her slurring her words.
"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Anitya leaned over and kissed Sumit's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.
"Anitya, come on," he said breathing hard.
"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Sumit couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.
"Anitya, please ..."
"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Rashmi's ..."
Sumit stared at Anitya's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.
Anitya acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.
"Anitya, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
"Do you know what Siddharth likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.
"Anitya, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Anitya kept hold of his hand.
"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Sumit's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.
"Come on Anitya, I'm not in the mood for games."
"Why not? Games are soooo much fun," she said with a wicked smile, running her finger along his chest. His breathing quickened at her touch. He hadn't seen her touch any of the other guys at all.
"You're drunk," Sumit said noticing her slurring her words.
"Am I?" she asked teasingly. "Are you my protector? Saving me from all those men who would take advantage of me? I think you deserve a kiss for that." Anitya leaned over and kissed Sumit's cheek, running her hands over his chest. "You're so strong, I think you could protect me," she whispered huskily into his ear.
"Anitya, come on," he said breathing hard.
"Oops," she said softly running her finger across his cheek to rub off the lipstick she'd left. Then she fixed her lipstick, taking her time, forming an O with her mouth and slowly applying the wet silky lipstick. Sumit couldn't take his eyes off her mouth.
"Anitya, please ..."
"What's wrong, is it my chest?" she asked with a pout, arching her back as if putting her chest on display. "I know mine aren't big like Rashmi's ..."
Sumit stared at Anitya's chest. The weave of her sweater was so loose he could see right through to the camisole underneath. The camisole was tight and molded to her body, like a second skin over her breasts and hard nipples. Yes, they were small, but they looked so perfect and tantalizing. "Yours are perfect," he said admiringly.
Anitya acted like she hadn't heard him. "Anyway, maybe there are some things about me that are nice," she said pressing the toe of her ballet slipper against his ankle. He looked down and saw her petite foot pressed against him, the satin ribbon sexily wrapped up her slim ankle and shapely calf.
"Anitya, stop," he groaned, his erection feeling uncomfortable in his pants.
"Do you know what Siddharth likes to do? He likes me to show him how the men touched me. Would you like me to show you?" She took his hand and placed it on her knee.
"Anitya, no," he said making as to pull his hand away, but he didn't try very hard and Anitya kept hold of his hand.
"Come on, you're the one who said you wanted to see how it worked," she said with heavy lidded eyes. She brought his hand back to her knee. With her hand over his, she ran his hand up her thigh. Through the wool tights he felt her firm, toned thighs. "One man felt me here," she said slowly moving Sumit's hand along the inside of her thigh. "Another man reached under my skirt before I stopped him." She pulled his hand underneath her skirt until his fingertips almost touched her crotch. She left his hand there. He could practically feel the heat from her pussy. Looking into his eyes, she parted her legs slightly. Not much, but just enough that he could touch her pussy if he wanted to. He felt perspiration beading on his forehead, he'd never been so turned on.
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