01-02-2021, 01:09 AM
She closed the door behind us and interrupted my thought by shaking me by my shoulders.
Anita: Hello! The blouses are here in this shelf and the bras and panties are in the adjacent one. Here is the new saree (she fetched a new one still in the box. and handed it to me).
Me: Uh! OK (taken aback slightly by her directness. I was sort of expecting her to leave the room, but she was standing still not making any effort to leave.)
(As I pulled the saree out of the box, she came closer to me )
Anita: Personally, I prefer not to wear panties. I like the feeling of the cool air down there, you know what I mean?
Me: yes I know. I do that sometimes too. But… not here.. (and laughed nervously).
(I wondered if Anita isn’t wearing anything inside today too, which would explain, all the special attention to her backside by Anil! I didn’t realise by then that Anita had decided to have some fun with me too.)
Anita: Why don’t you remove your saree and blouse? Its time to try the new stuff!
(She didn’t move an inch, I thought to myself- ‘I can’t afford to be too shy’ and turned a bit to face away from he… but not too much, as I thought it might offend her. I undid the safety hook at the shoulder, and placed it on the stretched hand of the now eager Anita.
Anita: Yes, Go on.
I pulled the pleats of my saree out of the petticoat and as casually as I could, I unwrapped the now loose saree from my hip and proceeded to pull it off my shoulders, only too conscious of my huge melons and Anita’s inquisitive stare.
Anita: Give it to me Kalpana.
I hesitantly passed my saree to her, somewhat unwillingly.
Anita: You have spectacular boobs Kalpana! Really!
(unknown to me Anita, had picked up an interest to see the rest of me as she took my saree from me).
Anita: You have a very good structure Kalpana. I am seeing so much of you for the first time. ( she paused and looked all over me again)
Me: (blushing) stop it .
Anita: I know what I am talking. I mean it.
As I stood in my blouse and petticoat, my maroon coloured panties peeked out at the gap forms just below the petticoat knot, if its not of the right size. Anita noticed that too. I turned to pick up the new blouse from the shelf. Anita couldn’t let the moment go and swiftly poked her finger at my petticoat gap, letting her fingers sprawl along the slit at naked thigh.
Anita: That’s a strange colour for a panty! Besides you need to revise your petticoat size again dear. See how much it shows.
I dropped the blouse and turned in shock
Her index finger was still toying the elastic waistband of the panty while her other fingers were actually widening the slit as she spoke!
Me: yes. You are right Anita. Its been a while I stitched a new one ( will she not take her fingers from there? )
(God! This is mortifying) she was smiling and nodding… while her fingers were still toying with my panty’s waistband through the petticoat gap.
Anita: I think now would be a right time then! ( she laughed loudly) we have some petticoats too here. But you shouldn’t be wearing it so high up anyway? ( before I could ask what she meant her fingers moved up and deftly yanked my petticoat knot)
Shocked at what happened in the middle of the conversation… impulsively I held the loosened petticoat with my hands and shrieked)
Me: Whaa..at are you?
(before I could finish the sentence, the petticoat has already dropped a few inches from my waist)
Anita: ( interrupting me loudly) See! This is what I mean Kalpana. See the lines here.
( she pointed at the impression that has now been exposed at my waist at the place where the petticoat was tied before. Her fingers traced a line along the impression at my hip as I stood watching her do that gripping my now loose petticoat. But I soon was gasping at her touches around my hip.
Me: (amidst my gasps) yes, its too tightly tied. ( I added).
Anita: Not only that Kalpana. Its been tied way above, covering this beautiful depression.
Saying that her index finger poked my deep navel AND STAYED THERE!!
(I instantly gasped loudly!)
She came closer and smiled at me wickedly as she continued to softly poke my navel THOROUGHLY enjoying my facial reaction and responses.
I found myself gasping loudly.
Anita: (giggling) Do you like that Kalpana?
I tried to avoid her face, but was too late. It betrayed my emotions free of charge.
Me: (feeling stupid as it is, I admitted) Yes.. Anita. I am a very sensitive there.
Anita: (still poking and forming circles around my navel, now stood so close to me that our boobs brushed) well, who isn’t honey?
Me: (why is she doing this to me? Did I play with her navel? – silly thoughts like this invaded my head as I stood there holding my loose petticoat with both my hands, not even able to ward off Anita’s naughty fingers).
Me: ( I finally blurted) but.. I am a bit over sensitive… please stop it.
Anita: Really? Lets see. (While she continued to play with my belly, she lazily licked the index finger of her free hand and brought it to straight into my navel and pushed it in slowly. It was still hot from her saliva)
Me: aaah! Don’t ( I gasped and closed my eyes as she pushed in more)
She giggled sweetly, obviously enjoying what she is doing to me.
Anita: OK then. I stop.
Suddenly pulling her hands off me and dug all her fingers at both sides of my fleshy curvy hip making me JUMP.
Anita: mmm.. nice and curvy you are!
Anita: Hello! The blouses are here in this shelf and the bras and panties are in the adjacent one. Here is the new saree (she fetched a new one still in the box. and handed it to me).
Me: Uh! OK (taken aback slightly by her directness. I was sort of expecting her to leave the room, but she was standing still not making any effort to leave.)
(As I pulled the saree out of the box, she came closer to me )
Anita: Personally, I prefer not to wear panties. I like the feeling of the cool air down there, you know what I mean?
Me: yes I know. I do that sometimes too. But… not here.. (and laughed nervously).
(I wondered if Anita isn’t wearing anything inside today too, which would explain, all the special attention to her backside by Anil! I didn’t realise by then that Anita had decided to have some fun with me too.)
Anita: Why don’t you remove your saree and blouse? Its time to try the new stuff!
(She didn’t move an inch, I thought to myself- ‘I can’t afford to be too shy’ and turned a bit to face away from he… but not too much, as I thought it might offend her. I undid the safety hook at the shoulder, and placed it on the stretched hand of the now eager Anita.
Anita: Yes, Go on.
I pulled the pleats of my saree out of the petticoat and as casually as I could, I unwrapped the now loose saree from my hip and proceeded to pull it off my shoulders, only too conscious of my huge melons and Anita’s inquisitive stare.
Anita: Give it to me Kalpana.
I hesitantly passed my saree to her, somewhat unwillingly.
Anita: You have spectacular boobs Kalpana! Really!
(unknown to me Anita, had picked up an interest to see the rest of me as she took my saree from me).
Anita: You have a very good structure Kalpana. I am seeing so much of you for the first time. ( she paused and looked all over me again)
Me: (blushing) stop it .
Anita: I know what I am talking. I mean it.
As I stood in my blouse and petticoat, my maroon coloured panties peeked out at the gap forms just below the petticoat knot, if its not of the right size. Anita noticed that too. I turned to pick up the new blouse from the shelf. Anita couldn’t let the moment go and swiftly poked her finger at my petticoat gap, letting her fingers sprawl along the slit at naked thigh.
Anita: That’s a strange colour for a panty! Besides you need to revise your petticoat size again dear. See how much it shows.
I dropped the blouse and turned in shock
Her index finger was still toying the elastic waistband of the panty while her other fingers were actually widening the slit as she spoke!
Me: yes. You are right Anita. Its been a while I stitched a new one ( will she not take her fingers from there? )
(God! This is mortifying) she was smiling and nodding… while her fingers were still toying with my panty’s waistband through the petticoat gap.
Anita: I think now would be a right time then! ( she laughed loudly) we have some petticoats too here. But you shouldn’t be wearing it so high up anyway? ( before I could ask what she meant her fingers moved up and deftly yanked my petticoat knot)
Shocked at what happened in the middle of the conversation… impulsively I held the loosened petticoat with my hands and shrieked)
Me: Whaa..at are you?
(before I could finish the sentence, the petticoat has already dropped a few inches from my waist)
Anita: ( interrupting me loudly) See! This is what I mean Kalpana. See the lines here.
( she pointed at the impression that has now been exposed at my waist at the place where the petticoat was tied before. Her fingers traced a line along the impression at my hip as I stood watching her do that gripping my now loose petticoat. But I soon was gasping at her touches around my hip.
Me: (amidst my gasps) yes, its too tightly tied. ( I added).
Anita: Not only that Kalpana. Its been tied way above, covering this beautiful depression.
Saying that her index finger poked my deep navel AND STAYED THERE!!
(I instantly gasped loudly!)
She came closer and smiled at me wickedly as she continued to softly poke my navel THOROUGHLY enjoying my facial reaction and responses.
I found myself gasping loudly.
Anita: (giggling) Do you like that Kalpana?
I tried to avoid her face, but was too late. It betrayed my emotions free of charge.
Me: (feeling stupid as it is, I admitted) Yes.. Anita. I am a very sensitive there.
Anita: (still poking and forming circles around my navel, now stood so close to me that our boobs brushed) well, who isn’t honey?
Me: (why is she doing this to me? Did I play with her navel? – silly thoughts like this invaded my head as I stood there holding my loose petticoat with both my hands, not even able to ward off Anita’s naughty fingers).
Me: ( I finally blurted) but.. I am a bit over sensitive… please stop it.
Anita: Really? Lets see. (While she continued to play with my belly, she lazily licked the index finger of her free hand and brought it to straight into my navel and pushed it in slowly. It was still hot from her saliva)
Me: aaah! Don’t ( I gasped and closed my eyes as she pushed in more)
She giggled sweetly, obviously enjoying what she is doing to me.
Anita: OK then. I stop.
Suddenly pulling her hands off me and dug all her fingers at both sides of my fleshy curvy hip making me JUMP.
Anita: mmm.. nice and curvy you are!
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