04-10-2021, 03:23 PM
Judge Choudhry had asked Rudra to substitute for him at a formal dinner because he had been called out of town unexpectedly. The Judge knew that Nikita had been looking forward to the party for a long time. She had bought a new dress, shoes and she had even gotten a new hairstyle. The Judge didn’t want to disappoint her after all her preparations.
At first, Rudra declined but the Judge could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. Rudra’s refusal wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with Nikita. In fact, it was just the opposite. Rudra had found himself becoming very attracted to Nikita over time. The feeling appeared to be mutual and Rudra knew that that combination could be very dangerous. Still, while they had flirted, nothing had happened up to that point. However, Rudra knew that if he was with her too much, things could change. He didn’t trust himself around her anymore.
Rudra had reluctantly agreed to escort Nikita after some friendly arm-twisting.
The evening of the party, Rudra arrived early and was uncharacteristically nervous. He brought a stuffed animal for Soni as he had done almost every time he visited since she was very small. Rudra liked Soni. She was a smart and rambunctious kid, almost a tomboy. She had a lot of traits of her mother, including her good looks and sassiness. Over the years, he had spent a lot of time with her and had, in fact, babysat on many occasions.
Soni and he were in the living room when he saw Nikita coming down the stairs. Immediately Rudra knew that he was in trouble. Nikita was wearing a blue sequenced gown that was form fitting and cut almost to her navel in the front. He didn’t have to stare very hard to see the inside swells of her creamy breasts. From his position, he could see her silky thighs below the short hem as she walked slowly down the steps in her high-heeled shoes.
Rudra didn’t realize that he was staring as she walked toward them, her breasts swaying freely under the gown, her nipples already hard.
“Sorry. Have you been waiting long?” Nikita whispered as she walked up to Rudra and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Suddenly Rudra was surrounded by her sweet smell. He could feel his face turning hot as if he were embarrassed. “No… uh… uh… you look… wow!” he stuttered.
“Thank you! So you like it?” she asked as she spun around.
Rudra almost gasped. The back of the dress was open, almost all the way to her buttocks. In fact, Rudra got a glimpse of the crack of her ass as he looked down—she wasn’t wearing underwear. Suddenly, he was quite flustered.
“You look quite dashing too in that tuxedo,” Nikita observed as she scanned Rudra. Then she frowned when she saw the bulge from his weapon. “Do you have to carry that?”
“It’s a habit. I’ll leave it in the car.”
“Thank you! Shall we go?” Nikita said as she took Rudra’s arm. “Soni, get to bed in time.”
“All right Mom,” Soni said indulgently. “Bye Rudra Chacha,” Soni said and kissed Rudra on the cheek and ran off with her stuffed animal.
The party might have been very boring except that Rudra was with Nikita. He had a very difficult time not staring at her all night. He was caught several times with his eyes on her cleavage. His face would color when he saw her eyes on his and a smile would cross her lips.
At first, Rudra declined but the Judge could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. Rudra’s refusal wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with Nikita. In fact, it was just the opposite. Rudra had found himself becoming very attracted to Nikita over time. The feeling appeared to be mutual and Rudra knew that that combination could be very dangerous. Still, while they had flirted, nothing had happened up to that point. However, Rudra knew that if he was with her too much, things could change. He didn’t trust himself around her anymore.
Rudra had reluctantly agreed to escort Nikita after some friendly arm-twisting.
The evening of the party, Rudra arrived early and was uncharacteristically nervous. He brought a stuffed animal for Soni as he had done almost every time he visited since she was very small. Rudra liked Soni. She was a smart and rambunctious kid, almost a tomboy. She had a lot of traits of her mother, including her good looks and sassiness. Over the years, he had spent a lot of time with her and had, in fact, babysat on many occasions.
Soni and he were in the living room when he saw Nikita coming down the stairs. Immediately Rudra knew that he was in trouble. Nikita was wearing a blue sequenced gown that was form fitting and cut almost to her navel in the front. He didn’t have to stare very hard to see the inside swells of her creamy breasts. From his position, he could see her silky thighs below the short hem as she walked slowly down the steps in her high-heeled shoes.
Rudra didn’t realize that he was staring as she walked toward them, her breasts swaying freely under the gown, her nipples already hard.
“Sorry. Have you been waiting long?” Nikita whispered as she walked up to Rudra and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Suddenly Rudra was surrounded by her sweet smell. He could feel his face turning hot as if he were embarrassed. “No… uh… uh… you look… wow!” he stuttered.
“Thank you! So you like it?” she asked as she spun around.
Rudra almost gasped. The back of the dress was open, almost all the way to her buttocks. In fact, Rudra got a glimpse of the crack of her ass as he looked down—she wasn’t wearing underwear. Suddenly, he was quite flustered.
“You look quite dashing too in that tuxedo,” Nikita observed as she scanned Rudra. Then she frowned when she saw the bulge from his weapon. “Do you have to carry that?”
“It’s a habit. I’ll leave it in the car.”
“Thank you! Shall we go?” Nikita said as she took Rudra’s arm. “Soni, get to bed in time.”
“All right Mom,” Soni said indulgently. “Bye Rudra Chacha,” Soni said and kissed Rudra on the cheek and ran off with her stuffed animal.
The party might have been very boring except that Rudra was with Nikita. He had a very difficult time not staring at her all night. He was caught several times with his eyes on her cleavage. His face would color when he saw her eyes on his and a smile would cross her lips.
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