29-01-2021, 12:07 AM
-- Continued --
Shifting myself uncomfortably I explained to him about the blouse and asked him if he had another blouse a little bigger perhaps. His eyes traveled to my shoulders and rested on my wet towel. They shone a moment and he got up his eyes still staring at my shoulder. He approached me with a pleasant smile on his face.
With the same plastered smile on his face he came so close to me that for a moment I thought he was going to collide on me. At the very last minute stopping just short of brushing me his smiley face uttered, “madam, this towel seems to be the one you had used after the bath and it has become wet. There is no point in wrapping it around, if you intend to change into something dry right?” with that he rested his soft palm on my shoulder and caressed it lightly on the towel and continued his strokes a little longer than necessary with just the right amount of pressure. I have no idea, why I stood there listening to him, without protesting or brushing his hands off me. “See, the towel is wet madam. I shall bring something thicker, warmer and drier for you to wrap on. I shall take this wet towel off, before you start to shiver again”. He was talking to me so casually that whatever he said made sense to me and I was nodding along with him. Just like removing a piece off paper that was stuck on my hair, he warned me off casually and took the towel off my shoulder in a whiff. All the while looking directly into my eyes and not looking elsewhere. As both my hands were dangling free while he was talking to me I was at the worst possible defense when he quickly yanked the towel off my shoulder. His disarming attitude and his slow and charming slow talk was lulling my defenses very effectively. I stood there for a few moments almost topless except for that transparent pallu facing him as he was smiling at me with the wet towel in his hands. He nodded to me (triumphantly?) and walked past me (carefully looking away) muttering, “I shall be back with something nicer and warmer than this wet towel for you madam. Please be seated in the meantime”. I was back to my senses as he went past me towards the bedroom. As he passed me, I was suddenly back to my senses and I urgently pulled the pallu more securely and slowly walked to the couch. Without me realizing he was looking back while he walked towards the bedroom and with a considerably widened eyes, feasting at my marble back of which most of it was exposed, but for the meager region covered by the pallu.
Shifting myself uncomfortably I explained to him about the blouse and asked him if he had another blouse a little bigger perhaps. His eyes traveled to my shoulders and rested on my wet towel. They shone a moment and he got up his eyes still staring at my shoulder. He approached me with a pleasant smile on his face.
With the same plastered smile on his face he came so close to me that for a moment I thought he was going to collide on me. At the very last minute stopping just short of brushing me his smiley face uttered, “madam, this towel seems to be the one you had used after the bath and it has become wet. There is no point in wrapping it around, if you intend to change into something dry right?” with that he rested his soft palm on my shoulder and caressed it lightly on the towel and continued his strokes a little longer than necessary with just the right amount of pressure. I have no idea, why I stood there listening to him, without protesting or brushing his hands off me. “See, the towel is wet madam. I shall bring something thicker, warmer and drier for you to wrap on. I shall take this wet towel off, before you start to shiver again”. He was talking to me so casually that whatever he said made sense to me and I was nodding along with him. Just like removing a piece off paper that was stuck on my hair, he warned me off casually and took the towel off my shoulder in a whiff. All the while looking directly into my eyes and not looking elsewhere. As both my hands were dangling free while he was talking to me I was at the worst possible defense when he quickly yanked the towel off my shoulder. His disarming attitude and his slow and charming slow talk was lulling my defenses very effectively. I stood there for a few moments almost topless except for that transparent pallu facing him as he was smiling at me with the wet towel in his hands. He nodded to me (triumphantly?) and walked past me (carefully looking away) muttering, “I shall be back with something nicer and warmer than this wet towel for you madam. Please be seated in the meantime”. I was back to my senses as he went past me towards the bedroom. As he passed me, I was suddenly back to my senses and I urgently pulled the pallu more securely and slowly walked to the couch. Without me realizing he was looking back while he walked towards the bedroom and with a considerably widened eyes, feasting at my marble back of which most of it was exposed, but for the meager region covered by the pallu.
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