Fantasy ACTRESS FANTASY SEX STORIES

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For the next half an hour, Shruti and Kajal played at the slot machines while drinking. Kajal hoped Gautham wouldn't mind it too much. it's not like she drank a lot. Just one and a half drinks. Shruti was drinking a lot more. As she got more and more drunk, she started touching Kajal on her back and shoulders a lot more too, getting very friendly. Kajal, unused to physical contact from women, felt a little weird, but the little alcohol in her system was enough not to freak her out.

"Well, these machines suck!" Shruti said after she ran out of coins.

"You wanna play something else?" Kajal asked, her head feeling a teensy bit light.

"Nahhh...I know what we should do!"

She downed her drink, grabbed Kajal by the wrist and started leading her across the casino floor.

"Where are we going?"

"To the clothing store."

"Do you need to buy some clothes?"

"Not exactly." Shruti said.

She dragged Kajal back to the poker tables where the two husbands were engrossed in a particularly tense game.

"Hey Gautham!" Shruti said sounding very drunk, poking the young Indian on his arm. He had been staring at the flop. He looked up, a little confused. He had been drinking a fair amount.

"Is it okay if I take your wife clothes shopping? Buy her some cute shorts and tops, not these loose matronly things?" she asked, pulling at Kajal’s loose t-shirt.

Kajal was standing right next to her. Gautham looked at his wife, then sniffed a little.

"Have you been drinking?" he asked Kajal, who went red in the face and stared downwards.

"So what if she has?" Shruti aggressively asked. "You've been drinking too. Are you saying it's okay for you but not okay for her?"

Gautham, the traditional hypocrite, wanted to say yes, that's exactly right. But Shruti had a strange hold over him. So he just said,

"No no, it's fine."

"And the shopping?"

"That's okay too." he said, although he didn't sound too pleased. He didn't want Shruti to corrupt his chaste wife (if only he knew about Mehra and Isaac, right?).

"Great!"

And Shruti led Kajal out of the casino.





Out in the sun, Kajal felt a little less groggy from the booze. Shruti though was drunk. She sang and giggled loudly as they walked to the clothing store. It wasn't a very big store. Just a limited selection of clothes couples would need in a beach resort. Shruti took Kajal to the women's section.

"You have such a hot body. We need to get you something figure-hugging." Shruti said. "What's your size?"

"Waist is 24, chest is 34DD." Kajal blushed and said.

"Ideal hourglass, huh? And butt?"

"I don't know. I've never had it measured."

"Hmmm." Shruti said, examining Kajal’s ass. "Must be 38 at least."

She picked out some shorts and tank tops and handed them to Kajal who was aghast at the selection.

"These are too skimpy for my personality."

"Nonsense. They'll look great on you."

Ignoring her protests, Shruti dragged Kajal to the changing room. Kajal walked in, and was surprised when Shruti joined her and closed the door.

"I'll change on my own." she timidly said.

"Don't be shy. It's just us girls here." Shruti said and sat down on a stool in the changing room

Kajal, raised in a culture where women change their clothes in the dark even when alone, was a little bashful. But the recently awakened exhibitionist side of her was a little turned on. She turned around and took off her t-shirt. Then she tried on a red tank top and turned back to face Shruti.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Shruti got up and grabbed Kajal’s boobs. "See how amazing your big tits look. If I had big tits like yours, I wouldn't keep them hidden."






"Yours are big too." Kajal returned the compliment.

"Not that big." Shruti said, and then to Kajal’s surprise, pulled up her bikini top exposing her breasts.

Kajal was even more shocked at what Shruti did next. So shocked that she couldn't even react in time.

"Let's compare." Shruti said, and moving with the speed of a feline, reached behind and unhooked Kajal’s bra, and then pulled the top and the bra up. Kajal’s big tits, freed of the constraint, swung loose and moved around a couple of times before coming to a stop. Shruti then pulled Kajal so they were standing next to each other facing the mirror.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I am not complaining about my tits. They are big enough." Shruti squeezed her own tits a couple of times. "But yours..."

And then she reached over with both hands and pressed Kajal’s huge double D knockers. And then Shruti’s voice went a little low and hoarse as she said,

"Yours are just spectacular."

Kajal was too taken aback to say or do anything.Here was this tall beautiful white fitness trainer topless with her in a store changing room, squeezing her boobs. And Kajal detected more than just a friendly tone in her last statement.

Shruti lingered for a few minutes, touching and squeezing Kajal’s firm big boobs. She was feeling the effects of alcohol hit her and it was making her act even bolder than she normally would have. When Kajal didn't protest or struggle, Shruti assumed she was comfortable with this.






"Okay, so we're taking that tank top. And the other two, the black and the green one, are essentially the same. So we're taking those too."

Shruti turned to face Kajal and pulled her tank top off over her head. The bra came off with it too, and Kajal was now completely naked from the waist up. Kajal wanted to reach out and at least put her bra back on but before that Shruti moved rapidly again.


"Now these shorts."

She held out a pair of white denim cut-offs that were less than half the length of the frumpy loose shorts Kajal was wearing. Kajal meekly slipped down her shorts and kicked them off. She was now only in her white undies inside the dressing room with a woman she had known barely two days.

"Yeah, that's the round bubble butt you need to show off."

Shruti playfully spanked Kajal’s ass and said. Kajal quickly slipped on the denim shorts and buttoned them. She examined herself in the mirror, topless wearing only these tiny shorts. They stopped just an inch or so under her crotch. The frayed seams gave the shorts an even more trashy look.

"I don't know about this." Kajal said. "Seems a little too short. I don't know if Gautham would like it."

"Buy them, model them for him, and if he objects, return them. Simple." Shruti said. She noted that Kajal had now gotten comfortable being topless around her. Her own boobs were still exposed, with her bikini top rolled up over them.

"Try the yellow cotton hot pants now." Shruti said, handing them over.

Kajal took off the denim shorts and tried on the hot pants. They fit her very snugly like a glove. Her beautiful bubble butt looked very fetching in them. Shruti instantly turned Kajal around so her butt was visible in the mirror.

"Look at how hot that looks. Look at how hot you look." Shruti said putting her arms around Kajal.



Then Shruti moved her hands to Kajal’s bare back and pulled her closer until the Shruti’s boobs were pressing against Kajal’s neck and Kajal’s boobs were pressing against Shruti’s ribs. Shruti’s breathing quickened. She started caressing Kajal’s back.

"Oh you look so hot." she said and lowered her face towards Kajal’s.

Kajal was absolutely shell-shocked. She had come to terms with sucking off an old man and being fucked underwater by a random Jamaican. But lesbianism? That seemed like a bridge too far.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Kajal said and pushed Shruti away just as she was about to kiss her.

Shruti stumbled backwards, slightly ashamed and upset. She was a bit of a bisexual. Kajal wasn't the first woman she had made a pass at. But Kajal was the first woman who had rebuffed her advances.

"I'm not a lesbian, Shruti." Kajal haughtily said, putting her bra back on. She then started putting her loose old clothes back on.

"I'm...I'm sorry. Neither am I. I just...I am so drunk." Shruti rubbed her temples. "You're so beautiful...I just...I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again. I promise. I promise."

For the next couple of minutes, Shruti repeatedly apologized. Finally, Kajal calmed down. After all, Shruti had downed a lot of drinks. Maybe it was just an impulsive mistake. And who was Kajal of all people to judge impulsive mistakes?

"Okay, I forgive you." Kajal said.

"Friends again?" Shruti said, making a puppy face.

"Yes." and as a gesture of good faith, gave Shruti a quick hug.

"You are buying the clothes, right? Don't make my stupidity discourage you from that."

Kajal thought about it.

"Yes, I'll at least buy them and try them on for Gautham."

Shruti covered her boobs and the two picked up the clothes and walked out of the changing room.