16-03-2019, 03:32 PM
"Nicely done, keep your head straight, don't look down. You have a great body. Be proud of it." - Dinesh said in a mentoring tone.
He ran his hands over her hands and exposed tummy sending shivers down her body. It also tickled her a bit and she moved.
"Stand still, M" - quipped Dinesh and gently slapped her arm.
She went back into attention
All this submissiveness had aroused Dinesh and his cock was craving for attention.
He walked behind her inspected her blouse.
"Hold my beer" - he told her and she did.
"I think we need get you out of this blouse", he remarked and unhooked it slowly.
Meeta exhaled and tensed.
Dinesh let the blouse drop on the floor and walked in front of her. She was wearing a pale white bra. Her petticoat was tied by her hips and that was the next step in the 'unwrapping'.
Dinesh grabbed the strings that held the petticoat - "I think this can go to."
Her petticoat dropped to the floor revealing quite large white panties.
A cold sweat ran by Meeta's neck. She knew she was going to get naked in front of him but she had not anticipated this slow unraveling of her body. She was also aware that he was fully dressed. A part of her was more afraid of seeing him naked.
"Your choice of underwear is terrible. I will get you some nice ones" said Dinesh grabbing the beer back from her hand.
That comment embarrassed Meeta and she looked down avoiding eye contact.
Dinesh collapsed back to his recliner admiring the bra-panty clad wife of his.
"Strip naked. I want to see the rest."
Being asked to do the final act of getting naked with him sitting comfortably in a chair pushed Meeta to the edge. Her hands trembled as she unhooked the bra and tenderly removed it.
"Drop the bra and hands on your head", ordered Dinesh.
She complied and her perky breasts were in full display.
"Straighten your shoulders. Display them proudly", remarked Dinesh.
She complied and some reason she eased up and her tension went away.
Dinesh paused a bit admired her. "Turn around" he said.
"Bend over and try to touch your toes."
Unsure Meeta obeyed. Her body was not as flexible due to lack of any major physical activity and so she only went as far as her ankles. She realized her ass was now well displayed to him.
"Now very slowly lower your panties. I want you ass to be displayed little by little."
She lowered her panties over the ripe cheeks slowly as ordered, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom. Half way down her butt cheeks he ordered.
"Stop there."
He got up.
"You have a nice bum. I love it. I asked you how to please me and it is by displaying your assets to me in nice ways. This is one of them."
"This can be improved. Lift your ass a bit and drop your back a bit."
He applied a little pressure on her back making her ass go up lewdly and her panties still half way.
Dinesh drank his beer as he admired the view. So far this was going to plan and while there was reluctance on her part there was not much resistance.
Meeta stayed in the awkward position, unsure what to do next.
Finishing his beer, he placed the bottle down on the table and walked back to her.
"Let's get this down further" he dragged the panties down to her ankles.
He tapped her ass cheeks and squeezed them a bit. It was a blissful experience, everything he had dreamed off.
"Step out of your panties and go get me a beer." - He ordered.
Her tension returned. So far she was stationary and her eyes away from him. Now being asked to walk to the kitchen completely naked in front him took her embarrassment to a new level.
She gingerly went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was loaded with bottles. She tried to remember what his beer looked like but in midst all the turmoil she was not paying much attention to his beer bottle.
He ran his hands over her hands and exposed tummy sending shivers down her body. It also tickled her a bit and she moved.
"Stand still, M" - quipped Dinesh and gently slapped her arm.
She went back into attention
All this submissiveness had aroused Dinesh and his cock was craving for attention.
He walked behind her inspected her blouse.
"Hold my beer" - he told her and she did.
"I think we need get you out of this blouse", he remarked and unhooked it slowly.
Meeta exhaled and tensed.
Dinesh let the blouse drop on the floor and walked in front of her. She was wearing a pale white bra. Her petticoat was tied by her hips and that was the next step in the 'unwrapping'.
Dinesh grabbed the strings that held the petticoat - "I think this can go to."
Her petticoat dropped to the floor revealing quite large white panties.
A cold sweat ran by Meeta's neck. She knew she was going to get naked in front of him but she had not anticipated this slow unraveling of her body. She was also aware that he was fully dressed. A part of her was more afraid of seeing him naked.
"Your choice of underwear is terrible. I will get you some nice ones" said Dinesh grabbing the beer back from her hand.
That comment embarrassed Meeta and she looked down avoiding eye contact.
Dinesh collapsed back to his recliner admiring the bra-panty clad wife of his.
"Strip naked. I want to see the rest."
Being asked to do the final act of getting naked with him sitting comfortably in a chair pushed Meeta to the edge. Her hands trembled as she unhooked the bra and tenderly removed it.
"Drop the bra and hands on your head", ordered Dinesh.
She complied and her perky breasts were in full display.
"Straighten your shoulders. Display them proudly", remarked Dinesh.
She complied and some reason she eased up and her tension went away.
Dinesh paused a bit admired her. "Turn around" he said.
"Bend over and try to touch your toes."
Unsure Meeta obeyed. Her body was not as flexible due to lack of any major physical activity and so she only went as far as her ankles. She realized her ass was now well displayed to him.
"Now very slowly lower your panties. I want you ass to be displayed little by little."
She lowered her panties over the ripe cheeks slowly as ordered, presenting a stunning firm, round bottom. Half way down her butt cheeks he ordered.
"Stop there."
He got up.
"You have a nice bum. I love it. I asked you how to please me and it is by displaying your assets to me in nice ways. This is one of them."
"This can be improved. Lift your ass a bit and drop your back a bit."
He applied a little pressure on her back making her ass go up lewdly and her panties still half way.
Dinesh drank his beer as he admired the view. So far this was going to plan and while there was reluctance on her part there was not much resistance.
Meeta stayed in the awkward position, unsure what to do next.
Finishing his beer, he placed the bottle down on the table and walked back to her.
"Let's get this down further" he dragged the panties down to her ankles.
He tapped her ass cheeks and squeezed them a bit. It was a blissful experience, everything he had dreamed off.
"Step out of your panties and go get me a beer." - He ordered.
Her tension returned. So far she was stationary and her eyes away from him. Now being asked to walk to the kitchen completely naked in front him took her embarrassment to a new level.
She gingerly went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was loaded with bottles. She tried to remember what his beer looked like but in midst all the turmoil she was not paying much attention to his beer bottle.
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