01-02-2021, 01:07 AM
Me: (ignoring that comment for the moment) How does it feel to wear it Anita?
Anita: yeah. It’s a new material. So soft and silky, Just glides, you know.
Me: Do you have any trouble tucking in your pleats? ( I moved her pallu aside gently and inserted my index finger inside her waistline right at her pleats to check . )
Me: Yes… feels right Anita.
While I was checking, my fingers brushed against her lower abdomen. I refrained from poking her navel.
Me: oh…you have a very smooth skin. I am surprised even how the saree hangs on you? (I laughed at my own joke, promptly joined by Anil).
Anil: Yes she is silky smooth (and to my surprise, he gently pinched her waist!)
Anita was gloating. She obviously liked being the centre of attention and was enjoying my micro scanning her.
Anita: Kalpana, you should try it out too. After all, it’s your design.
Me: Me? … Oh …well..no… its fine.
Anil: Yeah, why don’t you try it on as she says? C’mon
After a bit more persuasion from both of them, I gave in.
Me: Ok. I shall try it on.
Anita: That’s great. I think, the rest of the stuff you’re wearing wouldn’t match the saree though,(pointing at my blouse) but don’t worry. This is air-hostess world. We have all the clothes, in all colours and patterns. (looking at Anil).
Anil: oh! (now staring directly at my boobs with a smiley face), but I doubt if we might have anything big enough to fit her huge melons. No air-hostess here has such big ones here, as far as I know.
Confused at Anil’s sudden directness I cringed in embarrassment, Anita laughed & added ‘yea they ARE huge indeed!’
Amidst her giggles, she placed both her hands at the base of my tits and bounced them up a couple of times just like a juggler would.’ I shrieked and jumped back from her totally not anticipating this one coming. ‘and heavy too’ she guffawed and this time Anil roared with her too.
As I stood red faced, still laughing she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me ‘C’mon chit. Let’s go.’ I moved along as she opened the door to the adjacent room, my mind still rewinding the invasion of my boobs.
I was cursing myself. Of course, I felt her up nicely for my share. So I can’t blame her now for taking liberties. – was my naïve mind’s reasoning.
Anita: yeah. It’s a new material. So soft and silky, Just glides, you know.
Me: Do you have any trouble tucking in your pleats? ( I moved her pallu aside gently and inserted my index finger inside her waistline right at her pleats to check . )
Me: Yes… feels right Anita.
While I was checking, my fingers brushed against her lower abdomen. I refrained from poking her navel.
Me: oh…you have a very smooth skin. I am surprised even how the saree hangs on you? (I laughed at my own joke, promptly joined by Anil).
Anil: Yes she is silky smooth (and to my surprise, he gently pinched her waist!)
Anita was gloating. She obviously liked being the centre of attention and was enjoying my micro scanning her.
Anita: Kalpana, you should try it out too. After all, it’s your design.
Me: Me? … Oh …well..no… its fine.
Anil: Yeah, why don’t you try it on as she says? C’mon
After a bit more persuasion from both of them, I gave in.
Me: Ok. I shall try it on.
Anita: That’s great. I think, the rest of the stuff you’re wearing wouldn’t match the saree though,(pointing at my blouse) but don’t worry. This is air-hostess world. We have all the clothes, in all colours and patterns. (looking at Anil).
Anil: oh! (now staring directly at my boobs with a smiley face), but I doubt if we might have anything big enough to fit her huge melons. No air-hostess here has such big ones here, as far as I know.
Confused at Anil’s sudden directness I cringed in embarrassment, Anita laughed & added ‘yea they ARE huge indeed!’
Amidst her giggles, she placed both her hands at the base of my tits and bounced them up a couple of times just like a juggler would.’ I shrieked and jumped back from her totally not anticipating this one coming. ‘and heavy too’ she guffawed and this time Anil roared with her too.
As I stood red faced, still laughing she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me ‘C’mon chit. Let’s go.’ I moved along as she opened the door to the adjacent room, my mind still rewinding the invasion of my boobs.
I was cursing myself. Of course, I felt her up nicely for my share. So I can’t blame her now for taking liberties. – was my naïve mind’s reasoning.
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