Adultery Kalpana : The Flight Simulator

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I pushed the trolley with the juice, and walked to the seat sticking a smile on my face (as she did) and bent forward, attempting to serve the customer. (the empty seat). I placed the empty glass on the tray and opened the juice carton to pour.


At that moment, Anita reached me with a devilish smile on her face and gently tickled my navel.... with a gotcha look, on her face. As she continued to tickle me she leaned forward, and her grinning face met mine as her fingers continued the torment.

I squealed in shock at first, but continued to pour the drink, clenching my teeth. I half expected it as she reached me, but it was quite unbearable as her thumb nail was drawing circles around my navel while her other four fingers tickled my lower abdomen in small movements.

I avoided her face and tried as best as I could to concentrate. Finally, as I finished pouring and got up, she took her hand off me and moved away towards the pantry still widely grinning at me, mischief written all over her face.

I was happy, having resisted that. I just heard Anil telling me to go ahead and serve the rest of the customers too in that row. I nodded and still with the same smile opened the tray in front of the middle seat. As I bent forward to do, Anil was enjoying the spectacular view of my constantly shifting butt cheeks beneath the saree.

Anita came back and stood behind me very quietly, with a cube of ice in her head, her face suppressing a giggle. Anil looked at what was in her hand and gave a thumbs-up sign with a wide grin on his face too. I bent forward to open the tray in front of the middle seat and stood back again to pour the juice. Standing straight, as I was pouring the juice into the glass, I felt something very cold hit my bare back inside my blouse!!

Anita pulled my blouse from behind and had dropped the ice-cube!

Me: Aaawwww!!

I shrieked, dropped the glass and shook the carton in utter shock, spilling the juice all over my blouse in the front. Most of the juice from the carton has now made its way to my boobs soaking my blouse and saree wet, at the front.

me: Hey! What did you do Anita?? (I turned, bringing both my hands to my back, tried to reach the ice-cube out of the damn blouse.)

Anita: (coolly) I was just being a customer, Kalpana. I have had someone do that to me once.

me: (my hands still at my back to trying to retrieve the ice) Oh really?, what did u do then? ( I was asking her while my own blouse was soaked with juice from front).

Anil: Oh, I just went on with my work. It was in midair, what can I do? A colleague of mine helped me take it out. Besides I didn’t create a mess like you and spill the juice all over my chest. Come, let me help you dear.

Still smiling, she held my shoulders and whirled me around and I faced Anil. She inserted her fingers inside my blouse and instead of immediately pulling the ice-cube out, moved it all over my bare back, making me squeal more and wiggle my body.

Cold juice has seeped through my bra and the contact of the cold fluid on my breasts has made my nipples instantly taut. Both my light brown nipples became very erect and hard. Since the blouse was wet, just at the right places and saree sticking to it, the shape of my breasts was clearly seen and a very prominent outline of my nipples was being cast.

My breasts jiggled a lot as Anita tickled me with that little ice-cube. Anil was looking at those pointed nipples with a great deal of interest. I felt like a hooker jiggling her breasts in front of a customer as I did that. My face became red as he licked and moistened his now dry lips. Despite the situation, the whole thing thrilled me, and knowing that his eyes were fixed on my boobs I shook them a bit more that I should have. His hand stroked his manhood over his pant and his eyes were fixed on my wet tits