03-02-2021, 01:33 AM
He mumbled ‘The best I’ve seen so far.’ I heard that and felt thrilled about the whole situation. Normally, I wouldn’t have allowed such a thing to happen even in my dreams, but I suppose the wine and the aroma oil and the whole new settings have lulled my defences. Besides, I was getting carried away with the whole thing and the presence of another woman has helped bringing my guards down easier.
The cabin lights were bright enough to show every detail of what was exposed, but not too bright to make me outright uncomfortable. Leaving my left boob exposed, Anita took my right hand with both her hands, and raised it over my head and started massaging it with both her hands. I closed my eyes back and relaxed myself as she massaged my fingers. As my right hand was raised above my head, my right breast came into view also, in all its glory. The pallu was flowing across my boobs, just like a stream would in a valley formed between the mountains.
She soon raised my left hand over my head too, leaving my right hand and leaned forward to massage my triceps. ‘You are so soft here Kalpana, amazing.’ She cooed in my ears as she continued.
Her fingers travelled all the way from my elbow to my arm pits back and forth, massaging my hands with varying pressure, each causing a unique sensation. She could rival any professional masseur.
After a few strokes, she pressed my palms together against her crotch as she leaned forward reaching lower and lower all the way to the sides of my now very exposed breasts. I was enjoying each advancing stroke while my fingers were arrested between the pillow and her thighs.
In between strokes, I let my hands travel over her and held her at her thighs on both sides, in a classic position, letting my hands wander from her mid thighs to all the way up to her naked hip and back.
Anita: That’s it Honey. Nice. (and she has placed my hands on her hips nicely and firmly, indicating me to be free with my explorations too.)
Each advancing stroke from Anita now included visits to the sides of my boobs and just that little flick to my rock-hard nipples. Just at that point, despite the aromatic oil I could smell the wine in my breath, and I was feeling something warm was filling my deep navel. I opened my eyes again to find that Anil was already leaning forward slurping his tongue, with his wine glass in his hand. As I looked down, he started tasting the wine off my navel.
To my own surprise, my navel must have been holding a lot of wine, or he must have licked too slowly, as it took a while before I could feel his tongue, lapping the base of my navel. He was licking it clean as I could feel his hot tongue cleaning every bit of the insides of my navel. It was so nice to feel his hot tongue swirl all over my navel and I started to moan slightly. Just at the same time Anita’s fingers caught hold of both my nipples and she started tweaking them like radio buttons.
The cabin lights were bright enough to show every detail of what was exposed, but not too bright to make me outright uncomfortable. Leaving my left boob exposed, Anita took my right hand with both her hands, and raised it over my head and started massaging it with both her hands. I closed my eyes back and relaxed myself as she massaged my fingers. As my right hand was raised above my head, my right breast came into view also, in all its glory. The pallu was flowing across my boobs, just like a stream would in a valley formed between the mountains.
She soon raised my left hand over my head too, leaving my right hand and leaned forward to massage my triceps. ‘You are so soft here Kalpana, amazing.’ She cooed in my ears as she continued.
Her fingers travelled all the way from my elbow to my arm pits back and forth, massaging my hands with varying pressure, each causing a unique sensation. She could rival any professional masseur.
After a few strokes, she pressed my palms together against her crotch as she leaned forward reaching lower and lower all the way to the sides of my now very exposed breasts. I was enjoying each advancing stroke while my fingers were arrested between the pillow and her thighs.
In between strokes, I let my hands travel over her and held her at her thighs on both sides, in a classic position, letting my hands wander from her mid thighs to all the way up to her naked hip and back.
Anita: That’s it Honey. Nice. (and she has placed my hands on her hips nicely and firmly, indicating me to be free with my explorations too.)
Each advancing stroke from Anita now included visits to the sides of my boobs and just that little flick to my rock-hard nipples. Just at that point, despite the aromatic oil I could smell the wine in my breath, and I was feeling something warm was filling my deep navel. I opened my eyes again to find that Anil was already leaning forward slurping his tongue, with his wine glass in his hand. As I looked down, he started tasting the wine off my navel.
To my own surprise, my navel must have been holding a lot of wine, or he must have licked too slowly, as it took a while before I could feel his tongue, lapping the base of my navel. He was licking it clean as I could feel his hot tongue cleaning every bit of the insides of my navel. It was so nice to feel his hot tongue swirl all over my navel and I started to moan slightly. Just at the same time Anita’s fingers caught hold of both my nipples and she started tweaking them like radio buttons.
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