26-05-2020, 07:25 AM
Update 21
As Subhas was leaving, I reminded him not to show the pictures to anyone and even gave him a veiled threat in a joking tone, trying to remind him who is boss.
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We had lunch and took a nap in the afternoon. In the evening Anis came, brought us dinner. Sahana who was bottomless all afternoon, had changed and wore a pleated skirt underneath, that reached till her upper thighs. What came to mind was that how she treated each around her differently. She had her own pace she set for different people. Anis was supposed to be in the country for one more week, after that he was going to be in Australia.
We sat around to watch an IPL match between Kolkata Knitght Riders and Mumbai Indians. Before the Match went halfway, we decided to do a little betting. Sahana, out of loyalty towards Shakib Al Hasan, the all-rounder from Bangladesh, argued that luck would be one her side and KKR would win. But Anis and I opted for Mumbai Indians for the fact that KKR was having a shitty season in our opinion. So if we won the bet, we boys would have to buy cook dinner for her for the next few days. She wanted to know what she had to do if she lost, as she was already cooking dinner on most nights. Anis suggested, repeating last nights photoshoot and dance with her wearing the belly dancing costume. I concurred. Sahana initially disagreed and said that last night was a onetime thing, but after our repeated pressure she agreed to the conditions of the bet.
As we watched the match, she sat in the middle between me and Anis, her skirt riding up. I put my hand on her thigh and kept it there. After a while I noticed Anis had also had his hand on her knee, her other knee, caressing her skin. She said nothing, simply stared at the screen. Every now and then there would be an out, a six, a four or a catch dropped, we would elate, raise our hands or hurl frustrations. Our hands, mine and Anis’s, I noticed, would return to her knee. As time went by, she had also widened her legs and spread them, giving us better access. Also her skirt rode up to the top of her thigh. An inch higher and her panties would show. I travelled my hands up her legs and kept it in her inner thigh, just below the panties, trying to see if Anis would follow suit and if Sahana would allow him to do. I saw his hands after a while creep upwards as well, slowly. After every celebration or frustration our hands would come back to the place of her legs where we had left it. So as KKR was down to their last man, Anis had his hand just over her upper thigh, it looked like he was waiting to. Then he slowly slid is hand inwards with baited breath. Sahana looked like nothing was different and stayed staring at the screen. I was paying no attention to the cricket. As soon as Anis’s hand made it to her inner thigh, a wicket fell and innings ended and she slammed her legs shut, bringing both of our hand together, and our knuckles hitting each other. With reflex, we retracted our hands and made no eye contact with one another. She, as if nothing had happened, got up, excused herself saying she needed to use the loo and went straight to our bedroom. We men just sat there in awkward silence. After a minute she returned and asked us if we wanted any snacks like pop corn etc as the next innings was about to start. We just opted for coca cola and eventually got back to the sofa as the players started coming to the field.
This time, Sahana straightaway sat on Anis’s lap with her sides to his chest, her legs stretched, and her feet on my lap, her one arm around his neck and the other arm holding his shoulder for support. It took both of us, Anis and I, by surprise. He wasn’t expecting it as she simply plopped on to his lap. None of us said anything, as if this was normal. The match started. I noticed that at least she was careful enough to not lift her legs too much or have her skirt ride up on her legs. My attention was not on the match and was on her, sitting on my friends lap, as I would every now and then look at her out of the corner of my eye. At first Anis’s hands were on his side, then slowly and casually he placed one on her hip and the other on her lower thigh.
As Subhas was leaving, I reminded him not to show the pictures to anyone and even gave him a veiled threat in a joking tone, trying to remind him who is boss.
****
We had lunch and took a nap in the afternoon. In the evening Anis came, brought us dinner. Sahana who was bottomless all afternoon, had changed and wore a pleated skirt underneath, that reached till her upper thighs. What came to mind was that how she treated each around her differently. She had her own pace she set for different people. Anis was supposed to be in the country for one more week, after that he was going to be in Australia.
We sat around to watch an IPL match between Kolkata Knitght Riders and Mumbai Indians. Before the Match went halfway, we decided to do a little betting. Sahana, out of loyalty towards Shakib Al Hasan, the all-rounder from Bangladesh, argued that luck would be one her side and KKR would win. But Anis and I opted for Mumbai Indians for the fact that KKR was having a shitty season in our opinion. So if we won the bet, we boys would have to buy cook dinner for her for the next few days. She wanted to know what she had to do if she lost, as she was already cooking dinner on most nights. Anis suggested, repeating last nights photoshoot and dance with her wearing the belly dancing costume. I concurred. Sahana initially disagreed and said that last night was a onetime thing, but after our repeated pressure she agreed to the conditions of the bet.
As we watched the match, she sat in the middle between me and Anis, her skirt riding up. I put my hand on her thigh and kept it there. After a while I noticed Anis had also had his hand on her knee, her other knee, caressing her skin. She said nothing, simply stared at the screen. Every now and then there would be an out, a six, a four or a catch dropped, we would elate, raise our hands or hurl frustrations. Our hands, mine and Anis’s, I noticed, would return to her knee. As time went by, she had also widened her legs and spread them, giving us better access. Also her skirt rode up to the top of her thigh. An inch higher and her panties would show. I travelled my hands up her legs and kept it in her inner thigh, just below the panties, trying to see if Anis would follow suit and if Sahana would allow him to do. I saw his hands after a while creep upwards as well, slowly. After every celebration or frustration our hands would come back to the place of her legs where we had left it. So as KKR was down to their last man, Anis had his hand just over her upper thigh, it looked like he was waiting to. Then he slowly slid is hand inwards with baited breath. Sahana looked like nothing was different and stayed staring at the screen. I was paying no attention to the cricket. As soon as Anis’s hand made it to her inner thigh, a wicket fell and innings ended and she slammed her legs shut, bringing both of our hand together, and our knuckles hitting each other. With reflex, we retracted our hands and made no eye contact with one another. She, as if nothing had happened, got up, excused herself saying she needed to use the loo and went straight to our bedroom. We men just sat there in awkward silence. After a minute she returned and asked us if we wanted any snacks like pop corn etc as the next innings was about to start. We just opted for coca cola and eventually got back to the sofa as the players started coming to the field.
This time, Sahana straightaway sat on Anis’s lap with her sides to his chest, her legs stretched, and her feet on my lap, her one arm around his neck and the other arm holding his shoulder for support. It took both of us, Anis and I, by surprise. He wasn’t expecting it as she simply plopped on to his lap. None of us said anything, as if this was normal. The match started. I noticed that at least she was careful enough to not lift her legs too much or have her skirt ride up on her legs. My attention was not on the match and was on her, sitting on my friends lap, as I would every now and then look at her out of the corner of my eye. At first Anis’s hands were on his side, then slowly and casually he placed one on her hip and the other on her lower thigh.
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