Misc. Erotica The Exploitation of Innocent Sonal - by hornynri

[ray.rowdy]

"Well, what do you think?" Sharad asked.

 

"I don't know." Sonal said meekly, deferring to her husband's judgment as usual. "You decide."

 

"Yes, but you are the one who has to be there in a wet t-shirt." Sharad replied.

 

"Yes."

 

"So what do you think?"

 

"I don't know. Whatever you decide."

 

"Will you feel really strange in a wet t-shirt in public?"

 

"Well." Sonal considered it. "I have gotten wet in the rains in India many times when I was wearing t-shirt and jeans. It felt a little strange, but not too bad."

 

"Yeah true, everyone gets soaked often in Indian rains. Besides, they said it is only for 15 minutes."

 

"Yes. And on Holi I've been in wet clothes for several hours. Obviously, men look, but it's nothing too much."

 

"And you will get to go on this beautiful ship too like you wanted."

 

"It is a very pretty ship. At least twenty times as big as the one in Goa." Sonal said, looking at the elaborate decorations on the ship.

 

"So what do you think? You'll do it?" Sharad said.

 

"Whatever you want."

 

"No, you decide. Your clothes will get wet. You'll be on the stage. You'll be the one everyone will be ogling."

 

"Yeah. Although if it's going to be a lot of pretty white women going topless, I doubt anyone will even look at me."

 

"So what do you think?"

 

Sonal wasn't sure if she wanted to do it. She longed to be out on the ocean again, but wasn't sure if this wet t-shirt contest thing was worth it. Yes, she had spent hours in soaked clothes every year on Holi. But that was Holi. A festival. Just getting splashed for no reason seemed odd. But she could sense that Sharad was really into the idea. She loved her husband, and if it would make him happy, she had no problems being on display for a little while. As it is, she wouldn't dream of taking her t-shirt off. And like she said, everyone will probably focus more on the bikini bodies.

 

"Okay, let's do it. It's just fifteen minutes anyway." she said.

 

Sharad smiled, and they walked up to Raul.

 

"So what have you decided?" Raul asked.

 

"We want to do it." Sharad said.

 

"Excellent! Excellent!" Raul said. He took out an envelope from a bag he was holding and handed it over, "This has two passes, and lots and lots of food and drink coupons. You two will have a great time."

 

"Thank you!" Sharad said, opening the envelope and examining the laminated pieces of paper.

 

"You two can go on board. Walk around the deck, go to the dance floor or performance area, or the bar or the food court. The map is on the back. Just one thing." Raul said. "The wet t-shirt context will start in about an hour. Before that we need some paperwork to be signed and everything. Liability etc. you know?"

 

"Yes, of course." Sharad nodded sagely, and Sonal nodded too.

 

"So I will send someone over to get your wife....what's your name again?

 

"Sonal."

 

"Right, I'll send for Sonal in a little while to complete some formalities like paperwork and all. Okay?"

 

"Sure." Sharad said.

 

Sharad and Sonal were very excited as they displayed the passes and walked on to the cruise ship. It was even bigger than it looked from land, with places to sit everywhere. There were people roaming and milling about. Music was blaring from massive speakers all over. And waiters were walking around with trays of food and drink. Sonal was very excited by how big and elegant the ship was. They both had a few snacks, and some fruit juice and soda. Sonal didn't drink alcohol and Sharad drank only socially, with his friends. Fifteen minutes later, they heard a big tooting sound, and the ship pulled away from the harbor. Everyone on the deck applauded and cheered. So did Sonal and Sharad.

 

A few minutes later, they were standing on the deck, staring at the moonlight shimmer over the water when two women in uniforms approached them.

 

"Excuse me.....are you...Sonaaal?" one of them asked, checking a clipboard.

 

"Yes." Sonal said.

 

"Raul asked me to fetch you. For the paperwork."

 

"Okay, let's go." Sharad said.

 

"Actually, she'll take Sonal." the other woman said. "I am supposed to escort you to the husband's lounge."

 

"Husband's lounge?" Sharad asked.

 

"Yes. You know, for boyfriends and husbands of women who take part in the contest?" she smiled and said. "Sonal will have to sign some paperwork and go backstage after that anyway."

 

"Oh I see." Sharad said. "You'll be okay alone?"

 

Sonal looked at the friendly young lady. She seemed harmless.

 

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

 

And the two uniformed women walked in opposite directions, taking one spouse each with them.