26-06-2020, 06:32 PM
He unbuttoned the buttons at the top of her very sexy, slinky dress. Her breasts peaked out. He was pleased to see, and feel, that she wore no bra. The firmness of her mammaries stood in sharp contrast to his wife's. It was like comparing pints to gallons, all good, only a difference in size.
"That feels so good," Aarti breathed again as Vijay fondled her perfect peaks. She stood a little apart from him to allow him easier access. Her sensitive tits ached for attention.
"I want you, Prachi," he said suddenly.
"I know," she replied and then realized what he meant. He was asking for sex.
The haze of sensuousness filling Aarti's mind suddenly dissipated. "You're making me hot too, Vijay, but Manoj and I agreed to stick with the yellow wristbands. We won't change them unless we both agree. As turned on as I am, I'm not sure I want to go any further. It's our first time here."
"Ah, come on," he said in a complaining tone, "don't be so uptight."
It was a poor choice of words. Aarti had offered him a polite no. He had brushed it off.
"That's enough, Vijay!" she exclaimed. Now she was clearly annoyed, the pleasure she was enjoying only a few moments ago completely evaporated. "I have to go the lady's room."
"Okay, Prachi," Vijay said realizing he had overplayed his hand.
'I'm wearing a yellow wristband for God's sake,' Aarti thought. 'Doesn't he know what yellow means?' Then she calmed down. 'I shouldn't be so harsh. This place is all about sex after all. And the truth is I liked what he was doing to me. It felt good. Obviously, he got worked up too. Still, yellow is yellow!'
Aloud she said, "I'm sorry, Vijay. We're wearing yellow wristbands. You made feel good and sexy, but I'm not ready to go as far as you want me to go."
"Sorry," Vijay said and walked away.
Aarti redid her buttons.
Nagesh had noticed the altercation. Concerned for his wife he ended his fondling of Shruti.
"That feels so good," Aarti breathed again as Vijay fondled her perfect peaks. She stood a little apart from him to allow him easier access. Her sensitive tits ached for attention.
"I want you, Prachi," he said suddenly.
"I know," she replied and then realized what he meant. He was asking for sex.
The haze of sensuousness filling Aarti's mind suddenly dissipated. "You're making me hot too, Vijay, but Manoj and I agreed to stick with the yellow wristbands. We won't change them unless we both agree. As turned on as I am, I'm not sure I want to go any further. It's our first time here."
"Ah, come on," he said in a complaining tone, "don't be so uptight."
It was a poor choice of words. Aarti had offered him a polite no. He had brushed it off.
"That's enough, Vijay!" she exclaimed. Now she was clearly annoyed, the pleasure she was enjoying only a few moments ago completely evaporated. "I have to go the lady's room."
"Okay, Prachi," Vijay said realizing he had overplayed his hand.
'I'm wearing a yellow wristband for God's sake,' Aarti thought. 'Doesn't he know what yellow means?' Then she calmed down. 'I shouldn't be so harsh. This place is all about sex after all. And the truth is I liked what he was doing to me. It felt good. Obviously, he got worked up too. Still, yellow is yellow!'
Aloud she said, "I'm sorry, Vijay. We're wearing yellow wristbands. You made feel good and sexy, but I'm not ready to go as far as you want me to go."
"Sorry," Vijay said and walked away.
Aarti redid her buttons.
Nagesh had noticed the altercation. Concerned for his wife he ended his fondling of Shruti.
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