16-11-2020, 01:21 PM
Update # 11
Manoj smiled. “Not as good as Sindhu makes. She always makes a tasty one.” Then suddenly he looked into her eyes and said, “You are looking beautiful in this dress.”
Shwetha was baffled by that sudden remark from him. Pink colour rushed into her cheeks; her nipples became active suddenly; and more blood gushed down to her loins.
“Thank you.” Her voice was feeble and weak. She could not stand straight so she leaned against the balcony railing.
“You wore red color top. How do you know that I like the red colour?” Manoj asked.
Shwetha smiled and decided to play along with him. “Ohhh…you like red. If only I knew, I would have worn red yesterday also.”
“You worn blue yesterday, my other favourite colour.”
She looked at him confused as she worn completely different colour yesterday.
Manoj said, with a mischievous smile on his lips, “Your blue panties. You revealed the colour yesterday. I told you then it was my favourite colour too.”
Shwetha felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. The situation seemed exciting but at the same time awkward as she never discussed her inners with a woman, let alone a man.
Manoj could see her embarrassment. “I am sorry if I crossed the line,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she mumbled and determined not to spoil the sexual tension building between them. “I like your candidness and how Sindhu and you openly talk about each other.”
“Thanks for your appreciation. We are free love birds. We give more importance to love than anything else including sex. That’s how we manage to talk openly.”
He said it in simple words, but Shwetha knew there was a profound meaning in them and difficult to understand them. Only those with open minds could digest those words.
Manoj said as if reading her mind, “Let’s not think about all these things. Life is full of mysteries and contradictories. You came here to enjoy so Sindhu and I want you to have a good time while you are here.”
“Yes, I am enjoying it. See how I am glowing.” Saying so, she laughed. Her laugh was true, not plastic or pretentious.
“That’s good girl,” he said encouragingly.
Exactly then, the doorbell rang.
Shwetha and Manoj came back into the hall. Manoj opened the front door and in came Sindhu and children.
“What you guys are doing?” Sindhu asked.
“I was flirting with your friend,” he said.
“And I was enjoying the flirt,” Shwetha said.
“Oho…so I came in right time otherwise accident might have happened,” Sindhu said playfully.
In a few minutes, all completed breakfast and got ready for the shopping. Manoj was still in his shorts.
“Aren’t you coming?” Shwetha asked.
“I cannot take that risk of shopping the whole day with two big girls and two small girls,” Manoj said.
“He will now watch those stupid movies online back to back,” Sindhu chided.
Shwetha was disappointed that he was not coming. His presence made her excited like a teenager. Now there would be no excitement for the whole day!
The whole morning, Shwetha, Sindhu and their daughters were buying clothes, shoes and various other girly things. For the launch, they went to the top floor of a mall to have a buffet.
“Momma, shall we watch a cartoon movie in the theatre,” Hasini asked her mother.
“Yes, we should go to the movie,” Sasmitha egged on.
There was a theatre in the mall with three screens. The two mothers had to concede to the demand of the daughters. After the launch, they took tickets and went inside the theatre. Within thirty minutes, Shwetha and Sindhu got bored. They both came out and sat in the lobby.
“We should keep an eye on the entrance doors. These days are not good,” said Sindhu, referring to the kids inside.
“Yes, we should be vigilant. Still one hour is there,” Shwetha said.
They both bought popcorn and started chitchatting. The sounds from the theatre were coming sometimes louder whenever someone opened the door. Sindhu observed there was a mischievous smile on her friend’s face often.
“Why are you smiling often?” she asked.
In reply, Shwetha just laughed.
“Are you going to tell me or not?” asked Sindhu again.
Shwetha said with a sheepish look, “I was remembering the last night?”
“What were you remembering?”
“The sounds coming from the theatre reminded me the sounds came from your bedroom last night.”
“You dirty woman! You heard the sounds?” Sindhu feigned surprise.
“What can I do? You guys were making so much noise! Even if I close my ears, there was no respite.”
“What did you do then, hearing our sounds?” Sindhu asked.
“Nothing, I just went to my bedroom and slept.”
“Hey, don’t lie. I can see from your face.”
Shwetha mulled for a moment whether to tell the truth. Then she said, “I fingered.”
“Hearing my noises, you masturbated!”
“Not once, but twice.”
You nasty girl!”
They laughed loudly.
“Shhh…quiet. The men at the stalls may hear our dirty talk.”
“Let them,” Sindhu said. “What is sexier than two middle-aged women talking about sex and masturbation.”
They giggled. Sindhu felt like telling her that Manoj made the sounds intentionally to tempt her. How she would respond, Sindhu wondered.
Manoj smiled. “Not as good as Sindhu makes. She always makes a tasty one.” Then suddenly he looked into her eyes and said, “You are looking beautiful in this dress.”
Shwetha was baffled by that sudden remark from him. Pink colour rushed into her cheeks; her nipples became active suddenly; and more blood gushed down to her loins.
“Thank you.” Her voice was feeble and weak. She could not stand straight so she leaned against the balcony railing.
“You wore red color top. How do you know that I like the red colour?” Manoj asked.
Shwetha smiled and decided to play along with him. “Ohhh…you like red. If only I knew, I would have worn red yesterday also.”
“You worn blue yesterday, my other favourite colour.”
She looked at him confused as she worn completely different colour yesterday.
Manoj said, with a mischievous smile on his lips, “Your blue panties. You revealed the colour yesterday. I told you then it was my favourite colour too.”
Shwetha felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. The situation seemed exciting but at the same time awkward as she never discussed her inners with a woman, let alone a man.
Manoj could see her embarrassment. “I am sorry if I crossed the line,” he said.
“It’s okay,” she mumbled and determined not to spoil the sexual tension building between them. “I like your candidness and how Sindhu and you openly talk about each other.”
“Thanks for your appreciation. We are free love birds. We give more importance to love than anything else including sex. That’s how we manage to talk openly.”
He said it in simple words, but Shwetha knew there was a profound meaning in them and difficult to understand them. Only those with open minds could digest those words.
Manoj said as if reading her mind, “Let’s not think about all these things. Life is full of mysteries and contradictories. You came here to enjoy so Sindhu and I want you to have a good time while you are here.”
“Yes, I am enjoying it. See how I am glowing.” Saying so, she laughed. Her laugh was true, not plastic or pretentious.
“That’s good girl,” he said encouragingly.
Exactly then, the doorbell rang.
Shwetha and Manoj came back into the hall. Manoj opened the front door and in came Sindhu and children.
“What you guys are doing?” Sindhu asked.
“I was flirting with your friend,” he said.
“And I was enjoying the flirt,” Shwetha said.
“Oho…so I came in right time otherwise accident might have happened,” Sindhu said playfully.
In a few minutes, all completed breakfast and got ready for the shopping. Manoj was still in his shorts.
“Aren’t you coming?” Shwetha asked.
“I cannot take that risk of shopping the whole day with two big girls and two small girls,” Manoj said.
“He will now watch those stupid movies online back to back,” Sindhu chided.
Shwetha was disappointed that he was not coming. His presence made her excited like a teenager. Now there would be no excitement for the whole day!
***
The whole morning, Shwetha, Sindhu and their daughters were buying clothes, shoes and various other girly things. For the launch, they went to the top floor of a mall to have a buffet.
“Momma, shall we watch a cartoon movie in the theatre,” Hasini asked her mother.
“Yes, we should go to the movie,” Sasmitha egged on.
There was a theatre in the mall with three screens. The two mothers had to concede to the demand of the daughters. After the launch, they took tickets and went inside the theatre. Within thirty minutes, Shwetha and Sindhu got bored. They both came out and sat in the lobby.
“We should keep an eye on the entrance doors. These days are not good,” said Sindhu, referring to the kids inside.
“Yes, we should be vigilant. Still one hour is there,” Shwetha said.
They both bought popcorn and started chitchatting. The sounds from the theatre were coming sometimes louder whenever someone opened the door. Sindhu observed there was a mischievous smile on her friend’s face often.
“Why are you smiling often?” she asked.
In reply, Shwetha just laughed.
“Are you going to tell me or not?” asked Sindhu again.
Shwetha said with a sheepish look, “I was remembering the last night?”
“What were you remembering?”
“The sounds coming from the theatre reminded me the sounds came from your bedroom last night.”
“You dirty woman! You heard the sounds?” Sindhu feigned surprise.
“What can I do? You guys were making so much noise! Even if I close my ears, there was no respite.”
“What did you do then, hearing our sounds?” Sindhu asked.
“Nothing, I just went to my bedroom and slept.”
“Hey, don’t lie. I can see from your face.”
Shwetha mulled for a moment whether to tell the truth. Then she said, “I fingered.”
“Hearing my noises, you masturbated!”
“Not once, but twice.”
You nasty girl!”
They laughed loudly.
“Shhh…quiet. The men at the stalls may hear our dirty talk.”
“Let them,” Sindhu said. “What is sexier than two middle-aged women talking about sex and masturbation.”
They giggled. Sindhu felt like telling her that Manoj made the sounds intentionally to tempt her. How she would respond, Sindhu wondered.
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