08-11-2021, 07:55 AM
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“Are you crazy?” The question was rhetorical, of course, but Neetu’s eyes flashed anger as well as some degree of respect, maybe even jealously.
Swati had just finished telling Neetu all about the “shows” she had been putting on for Ramesh the cleaner for the last several weeks.
They were sitting in the outdoor seating area of the popular Prego restaurant, nibbling on veggie pizza. Neetu had iced tea, and Swati was drinking coke, regular, not diet, and Neetu had pointed it out, pointed out Swati’s minuscule midriff and told her that it was a bad idea to continue along the regular coke route.
Swati pointed right back at Neetu’s hourglass figure, but it was a weak comeback.
Neetu could have been an instagram fitness model and they both knew it. Instead, she just asked her for some tips for her aching back. Neetu said that was a nice problem to have with her big boobs and all and the two friends went back and forth with the ribald comments.
“Let’s make sure of a few things,” Neetu said, taking a dainty bite of her pizza. “No touching, right? No hands on business.”
Swati nodded. Nothing hands on. So far, she thought, so far everything has been hands-off, but did not say.
“But just in case, you know, for safety and so on…you have your pepper spray, right?”
Swati nodded again. So far, she had, not even for a moment, felt afraid of Ramesh. He was just a kid, maybe around twenty or so, but she decided she would ask him the next time they met.
As for the pepper spray, where was she going to hide it? Not many choices if you were half naked, and that too maybe not for long. A quick and stupid thought flashed in her mind—conceal it like a tampon.
Yeah, right. That would be hard metal and plastic and could hurt her. Anyway, it was only a passing thought.
She fantasized a little about a full nude show, maybe something more than just a nude show? What could that be?
But Neetu was speaking, and Swati had lost her. “What?” She said.
“Swati! Jeez Girl, pay attention! I was talking about safety. You’re on the pill, right?”
This was a completely different type of protection from pepper sprays, she thought.
“No, I have an IUD, and it’s quite comfortable.”
“How about STDs? You have to insist on a condom, okay?” Neetu looked at her friend with concern. This was a differnet kind of protection.
“I said it was all hands off,” Swati snapped. “Where is all this IUD and condoms and shit coming from?”
“Hehe. You know what they say…be good, but if you can’t be good, be safe? That’s all I’m saying.”
They were silent for a bit and then Neetu said, “But remember the time when you thought he was going to grab your tits? How about that?”
Swati thought about it. “Yeah, but the guy is a Hanuman bhakt. You know, those wrestler types that practice celibacy. I doubt he will try to touch or start anything. It’s all just titillation for him I think. Besides, he’s just a kid. I can handle him.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you think,” Neetu said, batting Swati's statement with a languid wave of her hand. “These guys, once they get the idea that it is for the taking, he’ll be over you, pumping away, and you doubled up, with your feet by your ears.”
Neetu made a ring of her index finger and thumb and rapidly moved her other index finger in and out of the circle. Then she furtively looked around to see if her obscene gesture have been seen by anyone. No one had paid them the least attention, it seemed. Neetu started laughing and soon they both dissolved into gales of laughter.
The lewd image Neetu had painted was exciting and enticing, and Swati imagined herself in that situation, and then Neetu also. The thought wasn’t that unwelcome. His dark skin, juxtaposed on her fair complexion. His, hopefully large cock, plowing though her cunt, glistening with her juices, in and out…she shuddered.
Neetu noticed her reaction but misinterpreted it. “Those low class fellows are all the same. Be careful…but you know what you have to do if not! Hahaha!”
Neetu sucked on her ice tea. Her red lips around the straw were super erotic, and Swati flashed on an imaginary scenario where she was sucking, and not on a straw.
She decided to change the topic. “So how’s your new thoku? Is it the Anglo guy from the gym that you’re fucking, or are you seeing someone else these days?”
Neetu was still single, and not just ready to mingle, but doing so at a furious rate over the last many years. Swati sometimes felt jealous for having settled into the life of a normal, boring, domestic existence.
What she was doing was so tame, it was like nothing at all. Compared to Neetu and her famous orgies, Swati was practically a sadhvi, someone who practiced meditation and went to the temple twice a week at least.
“Of yeah, I have a few dildos juggling in the air right now. But I’m getting into this tantric sex stuff. There’s this guru that’s very knowledgeable…” she dissolved into a giggling fit.
“A guru? Really? You’re into that kind of kink now, are you?” This was not really new stuff.
Neetu had once dropped out of college for a couple of months following a new age guru who preached free sex and lots of good hash, nothing new there, but she had become a sort of groupie for a bit. And of course, she’d had a whole buttload of sex. Literally. She told me her entire sexual encyclopedia had been rewritten. I, of course was on the verge of getting married at that time, and could only hear her stories and have the familiar FOMO.
“No, it’s not that kind of guru. His name is Guru. He’s an insta fitness model, but he’s into these kinks. You ever heard of a yoga swing?”
She then went into an elaborate explanation of how the device, invented for doing arial yoga could be so readily adapted for sex games. Swati pretended to yawn and snap her fingers in front of her open mouth.
Neetu took the hint and stopped with a giggle.
“But seriously babes, what’s the end game here? Where are you going with this? Are you going to keep putting on these “shows” for him, or is there any other plan in place?” She made air quotes.
Swati had to think for a moment. She’s had no plan beyond the immediate. No end game in mind. She went with her gut.
But now that she thought about it, what were the next steps? There would have to be touching, for sure, otherwise where was the fun? Then, there might be mutual masturbation like she had done with her first and only boyfriend before marrying Ashok, but perhaps not actual sex?
She would have to think about it. Neetu was now busy on her phone. Even though her question wasn’t rhetorical, Swati had no answer.
As they parted, Neetu swatted Swati on the butt, winked and said, “Stay safe, you mega slut!”
Swati stuck out her middle finger and mock seriously said, “Yeah, yeah, sure, you whore!”
She turned and started back for her office when she saw someone in the chaprasi uniform of her company.
Her heart skipped several beats until she realized it wasn’t Ramesh, but it was a while before her heart rate settled to a regular rhythm again.
Swati had just finished telling Neetu all about the “shows” she had been putting on for Ramesh the cleaner for the last several weeks.
They were sitting in the outdoor seating area of the popular Prego restaurant, nibbling on veggie pizza. Neetu had iced tea, and Swati was drinking coke, regular, not diet, and Neetu had pointed it out, pointed out Swati’s minuscule midriff and told her that it was a bad idea to continue along the regular coke route.
Swati pointed right back at Neetu’s hourglass figure, but it was a weak comeback.
Neetu could have been an instagram fitness model and they both knew it. Instead, she just asked her for some tips for her aching back. Neetu said that was a nice problem to have with her big boobs and all and the two friends went back and forth with the ribald comments.
“Let’s make sure of a few things,” Neetu said, taking a dainty bite of her pizza. “No touching, right? No hands on business.”
Swati nodded. Nothing hands on. So far, she thought, so far everything has been hands-off, but did not say.
“But just in case, you know, for safety and so on…you have your pepper spray, right?”
Swati nodded again. So far, she had, not even for a moment, felt afraid of Ramesh. He was just a kid, maybe around twenty or so, but she decided she would ask him the next time they met.
As for the pepper spray, where was she going to hide it? Not many choices if you were half naked, and that too maybe not for long. A quick and stupid thought flashed in her mind—conceal it like a tampon.
Yeah, right. That would be hard metal and plastic and could hurt her. Anyway, it was only a passing thought.
She fantasized a little about a full nude show, maybe something more than just a nude show? What could that be?
But Neetu was speaking, and Swati had lost her. “What?” She said.
“Swati! Jeez Girl, pay attention! I was talking about safety. You’re on the pill, right?”
This was a completely different type of protection from pepper sprays, she thought.
“No, I have an IUD, and it’s quite comfortable.”
“How about STDs? You have to insist on a condom, okay?” Neetu looked at her friend with concern. This was a differnet kind of protection.
“I said it was all hands off,” Swati snapped. “Where is all this IUD and condoms and shit coming from?”
“Hehe. You know what they say…be good, but if you can’t be good, be safe? That’s all I’m saying.”
They were silent for a bit and then Neetu said, “But remember the time when you thought he was going to grab your tits? How about that?”
Swati thought about it. “Yeah, but the guy is a Hanuman bhakt. You know, those wrestler types that practice celibacy. I doubt he will try to touch or start anything. It’s all just titillation for him I think. Besides, he’s just a kid. I can handle him.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you think,” Neetu said, batting Swati's statement with a languid wave of her hand. “These guys, once they get the idea that it is for the taking, he’ll be over you, pumping away, and you doubled up, with your feet by your ears.”
Neetu made a ring of her index finger and thumb and rapidly moved her other index finger in and out of the circle. Then she furtively looked around to see if her obscene gesture have been seen by anyone. No one had paid them the least attention, it seemed. Neetu started laughing and soon they both dissolved into gales of laughter.
The lewd image Neetu had painted was exciting and enticing, and Swati imagined herself in that situation, and then Neetu also. The thought wasn’t that unwelcome. His dark skin, juxtaposed on her fair complexion. His, hopefully large cock, plowing though her cunt, glistening with her juices, in and out…she shuddered.
Neetu noticed her reaction but misinterpreted it. “Those low class fellows are all the same. Be careful…but you know what you have to do if not! Hahaha!”
Neetu sucked on her ice tea. Her red lips around the straw were super erotic, and Swati flashed on an imaginary scenario where she was sucking, and not on a straw.
She decided to change the topic. “So how’s your new thoku? Is it the Anglo guy from the gym that you’re fucking, or are you seeing someone else these days?”
Neetu was still single, and not just ready to mingle, but doing so at a furious rate over the last many years. Swati sometimes felt jealous for having settled into the life of a normal, boring, domestic existence.
What she was doing was so tame, it was like nothing at all. Compared to Neetu and her famous orgies, Swati was practically a sadhvi, someone who practiced meditation and went to the temple twice a week at least.
“Of yeah, I have a few dildos juggling in the air right now. But I’m getting into this tantric sex stuff. There’s this guru that’s very knowledgeable…” she dissolved into a giggling fit.
“A guru? Really? You’re into that kind of kink now, are you?” This was not really new stuff.
Neetu had once dropped out of college for a couple of months following a new age guru who preached free sex and lots of good hash, nothing new there, but she had become a sort of groupie for a bit. And of course, she’d had a whole buttload of sex. Literally. She told me her entire sexual encyclopedia had been rewritten. I, of course was on the verge of getting married at that time, and could only hear her stories and have the familiar FOMO.
“No, it’s not that kind of guru. His name is Guru. He’s an insta fitness model, but he’s into these kinks. You ever heard of a yoga swing?”
She then went into an elaborate explanation of how the device, invented for doing arial yoga could be so readily adapted for sex games. Swati pretended to yawn and snap her fingers in front of her open mouth.
Neetu took the hint and stopped with a giggle.
“But seriously babes, what’s the end game here? Where are you going with this? Are you going to keep putting on these “shows” for him, or is there any other plan in place?” She made air quotes.
Swati had to think for a moment. She’s had no plan beyond the immediate. No end game in mind. She went with her gut.
But now that she thought about it, what were the next steps? There would have to be touching, for sure, otherwise where was the fun? Then, there might be mutual masturbation like she had done with her first and only boyfriend before marrying Ashok, but perhaps not actual sex?
She would have to think about it. Neetu was now busy on her phone. Even though her question wasn’t rhetorical, Swati had no answer.
As they parted, Neetu swatted Swati on the butt, winked and said, “Stay safe, you mega slut!”
Swati stuck out her middle finger and mock seriously said, “Yeah, yeah, sure, you whore!”
She turned and started back for her office when she saw someone in the chaprasi uniform of her company.
Her heart skipped several beats until she realized it wasn’t Ramesh, but it was a while before her heart rate settled to a regular rhythm again.
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