Adultery Kalpana : The Flight Simulator

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Me: Do I look ok in this? ( I whispered at Anita as we approached).


She winked at me and said ‘Just right Kalpana’. Anil just spotted me too. Before I could turn my face away from him in shame, he remarked.

Anil: you look great. You have a very ethnic look Kalpana.

Anita: How about me? I don’t look too trashy without a saree, do I?

Anil: No, You are gorgeous too Anita.

me: (I blushed further.. but cheered up a bit) You’re being nice. Thanks

I gingerly kept pulling the pallu this way and that, too conscious.

Anil: we are ready now, let’s got to the front set of seats, now. Ladies first.

I quietly followed Anita, and my eyes fixed on her naked bums jiggling freely beneath her petticoat. Anil followed me eyeing at my swaying butt cheeks, rewinding in his mind my naked butt cheeks he just saw a few minutes ago.

Anil (trying to sound professional) First class is all about service. You won’t get those rude customers like in economy, but you get people who pay a lot. So they expect nothing but the best service. The seats here fold into beds, if needed.

They get the best meals, drinks and pretty much whatever they ask for.

Momentarily forgetting my state of (un)dress I listened. As he spoke Anita was dutifully drying my saree and blouse on the A/C vents, as she knows what to do only too well. Anil was not even making an effort too look at my melons, showing true professionalism as he explained.

Anil sat on one of the nice cosy seats.

Anil: So, Kalpana, Why don’t you be my fellow passenger? Come, sit here. (he pointed to the seat to his right.)

I nodded and sat on the chair. It was indeed a lot bigger, cosier and comfortable than the seats at Economy.