Fantasy Chronicle of Kajal Aggarwal

[Krishan202]

There was a knock at the door. It startled me for second, until I realised who it was.


Bang! Bang!


I put my cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter and went to the door.


As I opened up and saw a Fedex man on my doorstep with a large box. I took it from him, signed his electronic pad, thanked him and closed the door. I suddenly felt excited and had butterflies in my tummy. I knew exactly what would be inside.





Once I had walked back to the kitchen, I opened up the box and looked inside. The contents were wrapped in white tissue paper and were box fresh. I'd worn it less than a week ago and it was already back with me, clean and good as I knew, just as Sunny Leone had promised. I took it out of the box and held it up to my body. The slinky white cocktail dress looked and felt as good as I remembered. Also in the box was the bra I had worn for Ethan and the thigh high boots I had seduced him with. I searched amongst the tissue paper and smiled, a sexy dirty simile to myself. There were no panties. Sunny Leone obviously wanted me out on our date with a naked undercarriage.


'Dirty girl,' I thought to myself. 'Typical Sunny Leone."


I put the dress back in the box and had a sip of coffee, feeling excited about the night ahead. Sunny Leone had promised me dinner and a hotel for the night, after my disappointment last time we met.



Less than a week ago Sunny Leone had prostituted me to a man called Ethan. It had been an amazingly sexy experience, but had left me feeling a little sad and used that it was a one-time thing. He had been an amazing lover, but just got up and left in the morning, barely saying goodbye. He made it feel more like a business transaction, where as I had hoped there would have been more between us.


I cut away from my negative thoughts and got back to thinking of Sunny Leone. I wondered what she'd be wearing. Something revealing and sophisticated I hoped. She'd probably wouldn't be wearing any knickers either, she told me she hated wearing underwear. This was to be the first time I had seen her out of work and I was thrilled it was finally going to happen.


Buzz! Buzz!


My phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. It was Sunny Leone, she had finally given me her number. My face lit up when I read her message.


"Tonight's the night. Where the dress and boots. Oops forgot to send panties. Teehee."


"Grand Hyatt Hotel. Main Street. I'll send a driver to pick you up at end of your street."


I replied.


"I'm already wet for you. Can't wait. ;-)"





I put my phone back on my pocket and looked at my watch. It was five past three. I had a few hours to kill, but getting ready would take me a couple of hours. I wanted everything to be just right for her. I was going to do my nails, take a shower and do my hair and makeup. I had recently been waxed with a full Hollywood, so I didn't need to shave my pussy for her. She hated hairy pussies and so did I.


The next hour or so I spent relaxing in the lounge, thinking of Sunny Leone. I wondered if she was thinking of me. I had never seen her outside of work, where she always wore a skirt and blouse, almost like a uniform. I started to imagine her getting ready for our date. Maybe she'd wear a short cocktail dress similar to mine. She certainly had the body for one. I wondered if she'd have her case of sex toys with her, for our night of filthy sex and if she had anything new and dirty she wanted to try with me. I couldn't help but squish my thighs together feeling my wet lips rubbing together in anticipation. I resisted playing with myself although I was feeling exceptionally horny.


I finally decided to get ready at four o'clock. I did my nails first and then showered. I was drying myself when my phone beeped on the dresser.


Bing! Bing!


I picked it up and gasped as I saw the screen. It was a photo message from Sunny Leone. She had taken a picture of her boobs and texted it to me. The picture was taken at an angle, with her holding her phone at arm's length, selfie style. They looked magnificent as always. Large, round and firm with her pink nipples pointing at the ceiling. I couldn't wait to feel them against my body.


"You're so dirty," I texted back.



She replied immediately with another photo. This time it was off her ass. She was sticking it out and posing for her ass selfie. It was beautiful and pert, taken at a low angle where I couldn't quite see her pussy poking out, but not far off.


"Tease," I texted back.


The next photo she sent was of her face. She was giving me a coy look which said 'What? Me? A tease? Never?.' She looked all sweet and innocent.


I dropped my towel and stood naked in my bedroom. I bent over in front of my full length mirror and pushed my ample pussy lips between my thighs and took a photo in the mirror.


I hit send.


A few seconds later she text back.


"Filthy slut! See you at six."


I text back, "Where's my pussy pic?"


"Don't be so dirty. I'm not that sort of woman ;-)."


I text back "Yeah right. See you at six sexy."


I giggled at her playfulness. She seemed more fun out of work and seemed as excited as I was.





I dried myself and did my hair and makeup. The package with my dress in was left in the kitchen. I walked naked across my apartment to collect it. I dropped it on the bed and took out the flimsy balcony bra. It was beautiful and pretty and made from expensive fabric. I put it on and admired my body in the mirror. My erect nipples were poking out of the see through material. Next I took out the dress and slipped it on. It still fitted as though it was made for me. It showed every curve and was tight in all the right places. I had no panties to wear and it felt wonderful to have the air around my nether regions while wearing such a classy outfit. I put on the thigh high white leather boots to complete the look.


"You're going to get it tonight Kajal," I said out loud, smiling to myself and modelling my sexy outfit in the mirror.


Having a naked pussy and wearing a bra felt alien to me, so I whipped my bra off and decided to go out with no underwear on at all. I pushed my boobs together and pouted at my reflection, smiling at how sexy and horny I looked.