13-05-2019, 05:47 PM
Once, SC came up to my hotel room in the early evening. The room was on the third or fourth floor and the window faced west, looking out onto the swimming pool below. It was the month of December and the sun was low on the horizon, shining directly into my room. We stood at the window, looking down; SC was leaning out a bit and I stood behind her. The hotel staff was busy arranging tables by the poolside. Apparently there was going to be a poolside party later in the evening. A few couples were frolicking in the pool. Some of the girls were wearing rather brief bikinis. They appeared to be enjoying the extra attention they were attracting.
"Just look at them! How shameless!" SC observed.
"Ah, yes! But see how they are enjoying themselves! I think most women have an exhibitionist streak in them, but are restrained by their inhibitions. What do you think?" I commented.
"What nonsense! No respectable girl would like strangers to look at her in that way. They must be call girls or something!" She replied.
"Oh, I don't think so. Call girls normally don't waste their time like that. Nor can they afford to swim in five star hotel pools. No, I can bet they are just regular upper or middle class girls having fun at their fathers' or boyfriends' expense. I think most girls as well as married women love to be noticed and appreciated not just for their beauty and smartness but also for their sex appeal. In fact according to me, married women tend to dress more provocatively than unmarried girls, since they've lost some of their inhibitions after having slept with a man. Don't you agree?" I said.
"You are impossible! You know very well what you're saying isn't true. You are just trying to provoke me! And, how come you know so much about call girls?" She asked, rising to the bait.
"Well, just look at yourself! Don't you think there's been a distinct improvement in the way you dress after we started sleeping together?" I asked, conveniently ignoring the bit about knowing call girls.
It was true. She had started to pay more attention to her appearance and there had been a subtle but noticeable change in her hairstyle, the cut of her blouses (shorter, tighter fitting, deeper necklines…), the choice of her saris & the way she dbangd them, all making her look sexier and more attractive than ever before.
She blushed at my compliment and replied, "Well, I feel so much better about myself nowadays… and I like to please you. I'm glad you noticed!"
"There you are! Of course you are dressing to please me. But you also want the whole world to know how sexy, desirable you are. In fact you always wanted to, but were too shy. Tell me honestly, wouldn't you like to be in the place of that girl at the pool and have men drooling over you?' I teased, pointing at one of the girls in a skimpy white bikini.
"No! Never! What if somebody recognized me? I'd die of shame." She replied vehemently.
"Aha! So, what you are really saying is that you don't want to be recognized, but would still love people to admire your assets!" I laughed at her discomfiture. I casually put my arms around SC's waist and leaned into her, nuzzling her neck.
"Shoo… are you crazy? Somebody might see us!" she said and tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held her tight. Actually, she was right. If somebody looked up, we would certainly be visible, although perhaps not recognizable since we were at quite a height.
"Well, I daresay you have a better pair of breasts than that teenager at the pool! Wouldn't you love to show them to that dark guy with a moustache down there?" I continued with my train of thought, gently caressing and kneading her bare belly, rubbing my crotch against her ass.
"No… no… uhh…" She responded. She was slowly getting aroused.
"No? Really? C'mon, be honest…" I whispered into her ear and gently licked her earlobe. I pulled the sari out of her petticoat and undid the knot of the drawstring, pushing her petticoat down. My hand now roamed freely over her soft, warm belly, occasionally straying over her panties.
"No... ohhh…" She was moaning now, her eyes fixed on the man I had just pointed to. I suddenly had an idea. I fished out a scarf and tied it so that it covered her lower face, but left her eyes clear. Now, she would be not recognizable even to someone having a pair of binoculars.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"Relax SC! Now your face is covered, so nobody's going to recognize you. Go ahead and do it!" I encouraged her.
"No… no… no way!" She kept protesting, but her inhibitions were weakening.
"Just look at him! He's just waiting to peek at your breasts. And you are dying to show them to him! Isn't your pussy getting wet at the thought?" I provoked her, my hand lightly moving over her panty covered mound. I could sense her excitement building as her breathing became irregular and her heart raced.
"Just do it!" I commanded. I knew she was ready, and just needed a little encouragement.
She seemed to be in a trance. With unsteady hands she removed the safety pin securing her pallu in place and let it drop. I continued to massage her belly, now pushing my fingers occasionally inside her panties and running them through her pubic hair. I didn't touch either her pussy or her breasts. She slowly opened the hooks of her front opening blouse and then shrugged it off her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the dark man by the pool. Then, she reached behind and unhooked her bra and pulled it off too. Her torso above the waist was now completely naked. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out, holding her breath. By this time the sun had already set and it was quite dark, so no one could actually have seen anything.
"Wow! SC, you have a fabulous pair of breasts. You have made that guy Nagappa so hot and horny; he's come up here and is standing behind you. He is going to take his pleasure with your breasts now…" I said, pulling a name out of thin air.
She was really into the game now and getting quite a kick out of it. I massaged, squeezed and fondled her naked breasts one after the other. Her nipples were hard and erect and felt like pencil erasers as my palm passed over them. I rolled and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and bit & sucked on her shoulder. She was writhing and moaning, rubbing her ass against my crotch. She turned her head and sought my mouth with her lips, but the scarf tied on her face came in the way. She reached up and impatiently pulled it away and then kissed me wetly, our mouths open and tongues playing with each other. Curiously, she made no effort to turn around. She continued to face the window, in her own mind showing her treasures to the crowd below! I pushed her panties down her hips, so that she was fully naked. With one hand I reached between her legs and ran a finger up and down her drooling slit, while continuing to knead her breasts with the other.
"Just look at them! How shameless!" SC observed.
"Ah, yes! But see how they are enjoying themselves! I think most women have an exhibitionist streak in them, but are restrained by their inhibitions. What do you think?" I commented.
"What nonsense! No respectable girl would like strangers to look at her in that way. They must be call girls or something!" She replied.
"Oh, I don't think so. Call girls normally don't waste their time like that. Nor can they afford to swim in five star hotel pools. No, I can bet they are just regular upper or middle class girls having fun at their fathers' or boyfriends' expense. I think most girls as well as married women love to be noticed and appreciated not just for their beauty and smartness but also for their sex appeal. In fact according to me, married women tend to dress more provocatively than unmarried girls, since they've lost some of their inhibitions after having slept with a man. Don't you agree?" I said.
"You are impossible! You know very well what you're saying isn't true. You are just trying to provoke me! And, how come you know so much about call girls?" She asked, rising to the bait.
"Well, just look at yourself! Don't you think there's been a distinct improvement in the way you dress after we started sleeping together?" I asked, conveniently ignoring the bit about knowing call girls.
It was true. She had started to pay more attention to her appearance and there had been a subtle but noticeable change in her hairstyle, the cut of her blouses (shorter, tighter fitting, deeper necklines…), the choice of her saris & the way she dbangd them, all making her look sexier and more attractive than ever before.
She blushed at my compliment and replied, "Well, I feel so much better about myself nowadays… and I like to please you. I'm glad you noticed!"
"There you are! Of course you are dressing to please me. But you also want the whole world to know how sexy, desirable you are. In fact you always wanted to, but were too shy. Tell me honestly, wouldn't you like to be in the place of that girl at the pool and have men drooling over you?' I teased, pointing at one of the girls in a skimpy white bikini.
"No! Never! What if somebody recognized me? I'd die of shame." She replied vehemently.
"Aha! So, what you are really saying is that you don't want to be recognized, but would still love people to admire your assets!" I laughed at her discomfiture. I casually put my arms around SC's waist and leaned into her, nuzzling her neck.
"Shoo… are you crazy? Somebody might see us!" she said and tried to wriggle out of my arms, but I held her tight. Actually, she was right. If somebody looked up, we would certainly be visible, although perhaps not recognizable since we were at quite a height.
"Well, I daresay you have a better pair of breasts than that teenager at the pool! Wouldn't you love to show them to that dark guy with a moustache down there?" I continued with my train of thought, gently caressing and kneading her bare belly, rubbing my crotch against her ass.
"No… no… uhh…" She responded. She was slowly getting aroused.
"No? Really? C'mon, be honest…" I whispered into her ear and gently licked her earlobe. I pulled the sari out of her petticoat and undid the knot of the drawstring, pushing her petticoat down. My hand now roamed freely over her soft, warm belly, occasionally straying over her panties.
"No... ohhh…" She was moaning now, her eyes fixed on the man I had just pointed to. I suddenly had an idea. I fished out a scarf and tied it so that it covered her lower face, but left her eyes clear. Now, she would be not recognizable even to someone having a pair of binoculars.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"Relax SC! Now your face is covered, so nobody's going to recognize you. Go ahead and do it!" I encouraged her.
"No… no… no way!" She kept protesting, but her inhibitions were weakening.
"Just look at him! He's just waiting to peek at your breasts. And you are dying to show them to him! Isn't your pussy getting wet at the thought?" I provoked her, my hand lightly moving over her panty covered mound. I could sense her excitement building as her breathing became irregular and her heart raced.
"Just do it!" I commanded. I knew she was ready, and just needed a little encouragement.
She seemed to be in a trance. With unsteady hands she removed the safety pin securing her pallu in place and let it drop. I continued to massage her belly, now pushing my fingers occasionally inside her panties and running them through her pubic hair. I didn't touch either her pussy or her breasts. She slowly opened the hooks of her front opening blouse and then shrugged it off her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the dark man by the pool. Then, she reached behind and unhooked her bra and pulled it off too. Her torso above the waist was now completely naked. She pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts out, holding her breath. By this time the sun had already set and it was quite dark, so no one could actually have seen anything.
"Wow! SC, you have a fabulous pair of breasts. You have made that guy Nagappa so hot and horny; he's come up here and is standing behind you. He is going to take his pleasure with your breasts now…" I said, pulling a name out of thin air.
She was really into the game now and getting quite a kick out of it. I massaged, squeezed and fondled her naked breasts one after the other. Her nipples were hard and erect and felt like pencil erasers as my palm passed over them. I rolled and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and bit & sucked on her shoulder. She was writhing and moaning, rubbing her ass against my crotch. She turned her head and sought my mouth with her lips, but the scarf tied on her face came in the way. She reached up and impatiently pulled it away and then kissed me wetly, our mouths open and tongues playing with each other. Curiously, she made no effort to turn around. She continued to face the window, in her own mind showing her treasures to the crowd below! I pushed her panties down her hips, so that she was fully naked. With one hand I reached between her legs and ran a finger up and down her drooling slit, while continuing to knead her breasts with the other.
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