28-11-2021, 02:35 PM
After exchanging pleasantries with all concerned, Sheetal, Vicky and group of friends were standing in a corner talking about their holidays. Most of them were planning to go on a vacation out of town. Even his Sheetal was thinking on the same lines. Just then his eyes fell on a divine beauty. The lady was dressed to kill. If this was not heavenly then he was lost for words. The group of friends continued to talk but he could not take his eyes off her. He would nod his head in agreement etc just to show that he is with them but all the time the eyes had been zeroed in on the beauty. She was worth zeroing in and was Sheetal’s mother.
She was dressed in a black and red transparent chiffon saree with a matching red coloured blouse. The blouse, needless to say was sleeveless and was a halter with a string around her neck holding it and at the bottom the extra deep back blouse was held by a knot of two thin strips of cloth. Much like the designer blouses we see on tv. These days such blouses are common for parties but in those days it was nothing short of scandal. The creamy white smooth shining skin was looking radiant. Vicky guessed that she was not wearing a full petticoat but a short skirt or the saree was held at her waist with some string. As Mrs Kapoor crossed a light source placed on ground, shadow of two shapely legs was good enough indicator for him to decipher the same. The tightly wrapped saree was encasing the full beautiful round ass for everyone. The silky hair till mid back were open and a few strands flying across the face with the evening breeze were providing a pleasant sight. She was not thin but thanks to gym sessions in hotels had lost weight in bad areas and retained the sensuous voluptuousness in the good areas of body. Hence, she had the perfect figure. A fine specimen of healthy, hot, sexy, female. The poor blouse was trying to do its best to encase the twin beauties. The deep cleavage was for all to see who cared through the semi transparent saree and the halter blouse meant that the saree could not be pinned to the shoulder which meant that the saree was in a perpetual state of freefall owing to the silky smooth shoulder of the divine beauty. She was having a hard time in holding her saree and the men / boys at the gathering were hard in their trousers.
She was dressed in a black and red transparent chiffon saree with a matching red coloured blouse. The blouse, needless to say was sleeveless and was a halter with a string around her neck holding it and at the bottom the extra deep back blouse was held by a knot of two thin strips of cloth. Much like the designer blouses we see on tv. These days such blouses are common for parties but in those days it was nothing short of scandal. The creamy white smooth shining skin was looking radiant. Vicky guessed that she was not wearing a full petticoat but a short skirt or the saree was held at her waist with some string. As Mrs Kapoor crossed a light source placed on ground, shadow of two shapely legs was good enough indicator for him to decipher the same. The tightly wrapped saree was encasing the full beautiful round ass for everyone. The silky hair till mid back were open and a few strands flying across the face with the evening breeze were providing a pleasant sight. She was not thin but thanks to gym sessions in hotels had lost weight in bad areas and retained the sensuous voluptuousness in the good areas of body. Hence, she had the perfect figure. A fine specimen of healthy, hot, sexy, female. The poor blouse was trying to do its best to encase the twin beauties. The deep cleavage was for all to see who cared through the semi transparent saree and the halter blouse meant that the saree could not be pinned to the shoulder which meant that the saree was in a perpetual state of freefall owing to the silky smooth shoulder of the divine beauty. She was having a hard time in holding her saree and the men / boys at the gathering were hard in their trousers.
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