03-02-2021, 01:13 AM
I walked over to the other aisle and took position as Anil shifted to the other corner towards me to watch me perform. Anita too moved in position to watch me and help me out if necessary. I looked up to find that the overhead bin right above me has a bulky luggage stashed and closing it won’t be easy. Anyway, I wanted to give it a try and reached fro the bin’ door and started pulling it down. Since I am slightly shorter than her... I had to stand on my tip toes to reach, which caused the waistline to drift further down. Anil, sitting right in front was unable to resist.
Anil: (placing his hand on my waist) Kalpana, no, that’s not easy
me: oh... (shocked ) why?
Anil: First you need to try and push the bag as far inside as you could.
Me: oh ok
Anil’s hand was still on my waist. I sighed a bit, and took my hands off the bin and looked at Anil’s hand on my waist tentatively. Then... gently push his hand off my waist, taking care not to look offensive.
As I did that, Anil took his hand off me smiling and gently patted my buttocks and asked me to carry on.
me: (more confused now at the gesture.. I paused momentarily) what did u do Anil?
Anil: what?
me: Just now Anil? Patting my behind. (to my irritation, Anita was giggling)
Anil: oh that’s just giving your encouragement, Kalpana
me: uh!! Ok (truth is I ‘felt’ Anil’s palm on my butt cheek more, due to the lack of panties. And it was MORE than just a pat, as his palm lingered a wee bit sizing me down there. He continued his lecture nevertheless.)
Anil: besides, what I did was nothing compared to what real customers do.
Ask Anita if you want. There are these drunken guys on the plane sometimes, they behave very rudely, and these ladies will have to put up with all that.
me: Ok (I gave Anita a sympathetic look. My heart went for her for a moment) I briefly forgot why I was protesting. I quickly pulled up the waistline of my saree as it dropped a full inch from my previous failed attempt to close the overhead bin.
but it again goes down as reached up for the bin. And as I stood with my arms raised, the blouse base gave way giving a peek view of the bra encased boobs.)
Since the simulator was simulating the real flight journey, right at that time, the "plane" tilted towards me, literally pressing my belly on Anil’s face that was the artificial turbulence. We both apologised hurriedly as I moved back.
(Turbulence, even before take off? Little was I aware of the buttons Anita was pushing from the far corner creating the ‘effect’)
I was struggling at that moment to stick the bag properly inside the bin as it was a bit oversized. I had to push and move it a lot, and every time I exerted force on it with my arms raised my boobs jiggled nicely, causing quite a show. My panty less butt cheeks was a grand view of jiggling pair. Too bad, Anil was sitting on the wrong side – for once.
My saree’s waist line dropped farther and farther as I bit my teeth and concentrated harder to position the damn luggage so I could shut the bin. I never thought that it would be so difficult, but then I was dealing with what looked like an impossible bag.
The very thought of the show that I was currently putting to the two of my eager spectators was causing a tremendous stir in my loins. Never in my life before has I stood in such a vulnerable position in front of a guy that too in such an attire.
The inevitable happened. Eventually my bush slowly came into view. I could literally feel Anil breathing down my lower abdomen all over!
Anil: (placing his hand on my waist) Kalpana, no, that’s not easy
me: oh... (shocked ) why?
Anil: First you need to try and push the bag as far inside as you could.
Me: oh ok
Anil’s hand was still on my waist. I sighed a bit, and took my hands off the bin and looked at Anil’s hand on my waist tentatively. Then... gently push his hand off my waist, taking care not to look offensive.
As I did that, Anil took his hand off me smiling and gently patted my buttocks and asked me to carry on.
me: (more confused now at the gesture.. I paused momentarily) what did u do Anil?
Anil: what?
me: Just now Anil? Patting my behind. (to my irritation, Anita was giggling)
Anil: oh that’s just giving your encouragement, Kalpana
me: uh!! Ok (truth is I ‘felt’ Anil’s palm on my butt cheek more, due to the lack of panties. And it was MORE than just a pat, as his palm lingered a wee bit sizing me down there. He continued his lecture nevertheless.)
Anil: besides, what I did was nothing compared to what real customers do.
Ask Anita if you want. There are these drunken guys on the plane sometimes, they behave very rudely, and these ladies will have to put up with all that.
me: Ok (I gave Anita a sympathetic look. My heart went for her for a moment) I briefly forgot why I was protesting. I quickly pulled up the waistline of my saree as it dropped a full inch from my previous failed attempt to close the overhead bin.
but it again goes down as reached up for the bin. And as I stood with my arms raised, the blouse base gave way giving a peek view of the bra encased boobs.)
Since the simulator was simulating the real flight journey, right at that time, the "plane" tilted towards me, literally pressing my belly on Anil’s face that was the artificial turbulence. We both apologised hurriedly as I moved back.
(Turbulence, even before take off? Little was I aware of the buttons Anita was pushing from the far corner creating the ‘effect’)
I was struggling at that moment to stick the bag properly inside the bin as it was a bit oversized. I had to push and move it a lot, and every time I exerted force on it with my arms raised my boobs jiggled nicely, causing quite a show. My panty less butt cheeks was a grand view of jiggling pair. Too bad, Anil was sitting on the wrong side – for once.
My saree’s waist line dropped farther and farther as I bit my teeth and concentrated harder to position the damn luggage so I could shut the bin. I never thought that it would be so difficult, but then I was dealing with what looked like an impossible bag.
The very thought of the show that I was currently putting to the two of my eager spectators was causing a tremendous stir in my loins. Never in my life before has I stood in such a vulnerable position in front of a guy that too in such an attire.
The inevitable happened. Eventually my bush slowly came into view. I could literally feel Anil breathing down my lower abdomen all over!
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