Adultery Kalpana : The Flight Simulator

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Anil: Great, That’s the spirit Kalpana. Why don’t take you change into the blanket?


me: well.. can’t I change somewhere a bit more private than here?

Anita: sure, there is the pantry there. I will come with u

me: ok..

I half wanted her not to come, thinking what she did to me in the other changing room but the other half of my mind wanted more of it and expected the session eagerly.

Anil: anil: come back soon ladies, the last time you went to the changing room, it took forever.

me: ok. (I followed Anita)

We reached the pantry. It’s just a narrow space with some curtains. Just as we entered, I heard Anil calling for Anita. She excused and left for a moment.

Outside, out of my ears reach.

Anil (in a hushed tone): Make sure you bring back her bra to me baby, I need to get a proper preview of what is in store. (Grins devilishly).

An already charged up Anita readily agrees, as she is always for mischief and challenge

Anita comes back to the pantry. I stood there looking at various stuff standing in wet saree not even noticing her entry.

Anita: time to strip, honey

me: (tearing my eyes & thoughts away from the coffee maker / sterilzer etc) er.. what? (Taken by surprise at that)

Anita was humming cheerily as she approached me.

Anil: yeah, change. Anil is waiting outside.

me: ok... but where is the blanket? I thought you went outside to bring me that.

Anita: Oh, its fine dear, I need to take your clothes off to dry them at the air vent of the A/C. It will all be dry before our session. You don’t want to go back in the cab like this right? I shall bring the blanket soon. I am sorry I forgot all about it ( while I am still thinking only about those melons of yours)

As she spoke... she placed her soft fingers on my shoulders and gently pulled my pallu off me.

Anita: there .there.. Stay still w. we are done

Me: Uh.. OK (genuinely touched by her care, wondering what kind of blanket she will bring)

Anita: (cooed softly) turn around will you... (She expertly unwrapped the sticky saree off me.. though this was not in the plan, I let her unwrap it, as I felt very relieved get the sticky material off me.)

Anita: we are nearly done there..

As I watched, she gently pulled the pleats off my hip and tugged the saree with some force off my hip from the petticoat, as it slipped away from me completely.

I just remembered that the petticoat is rather flimsy and is not the one I wore this morning at home. She slowly collected and sort of bunched the wet saree.

As she slowly pulled the last bits of my saree tucked inside my petticoat at my hip with one hand, she giggled and suddenly poked my fleshy deep yummy navel with her long index finger.

I yelped and screamed at her sudden jab.