15-06-2019, 06:34 PM
The handsome young servant pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the locked door. His vision was framed by the aperture. He held his breath and watched the seventeen-year old girl within the room.
Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat.
Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets.
The servant's view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door.
She flipped open a box of assorted chocolates from the bedside table and, selecting one, popped it into her mouth.
There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long white *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped behind the door.
He could see hear naked back, the bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet. Her panties were very small, white.
Humming, she turned and now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.
She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark eyes, lined with *kajal*, thick black hair that fell to her waist in a braid.
Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive and sexy birth-marks on her face and neck. He saw one on the inside of her left breast.
Her breasts were large and full and heavy, with a devastating cleavage. She wore a gold chain around her neck. It glistened against her tawny skin. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared perfectly, to sweetly curved buttocks and long, firm legs.
Her limbs were smoothly turned and her feet and hands were elegant and shapely, beneath slender wrists and ankles.
She wore a silver toe-ring, two diamond rings on one finger, a small diamond nose-stud, matching ear-rings. A *bindi* dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was slightly heavy, but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious and her teeth were perfect, white and strong and even.
Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material.
Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The darkness of her delta was clearly visible. The servant groaned softly as he watched her.
She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free.
She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The servant stared at her naked body in mounting desire.
The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerized him.
As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The servant watched her breasts bouncing.
She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the sweep of her neck.
The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She
looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.
Humming to herself, Anuja selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat.
Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets.
The servant's view was obscured by the open leaf. She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door.
She flipped open a box of assorted chocolates from the bedside table and, selecting one, popped it into her mouth.
There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long white *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The servant gasped behind the door.
He could see hear naked back, the bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet. Her panties were very small, white.
Humming, she turned and now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.
She was very lovely. Dusky, sensual, fleshy, with large, dark eyes, lined with *kajal*, thick black hair that fell to her waist in a braid.
Her skin was smooth and clear, with several attractive and sexy birth-marks on her face and neck. He saw one on the inside of her left breast.
Her breasts were large and full and heavy, with a devastating cleavage. She wore a gold chain around her neck. It glistened against her tawny skin. Her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared perfectly, to sweetly curved buttocks and long, firm legs.
Her limbs were smoothly turned and her feet and hands were elegant and shapely, beneath slender wrists and ankles.
She wore a silver toe-ring, two diamond rings on one finger, a small diamond nose-stud, matching ear-rings. A *bindi* dotted the middle of her forehead. Her nose was slightly heavy, but perfect on her. Her lips were full and luscious and her teeth were perfect, white and strong and even.
Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious brown globes bare. He could see the stubs of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material.
Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The darkness of her delta was clearly visible. The servant groaned softly as he watched her.
She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free.
She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The servant stared at her naked body in mounting desire.
The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerized him.
As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The servant watched her breasts bouncing.
She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her long braid into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating the sweep of her neck.
The gold chain glistened on her flesh. Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She
looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.
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