02-03-2025, 05:26 PM
Blessita and Prakash wake up it's a lazy Monday morning, still groggy from their weekend shenanigans. Blessita's yellow nighty is stained with sweat and other unmentionable fluids, clinging to her curvy figure. Prakash's shorts are wrinkled and his t-shirt is a bit ripe from not being washed in a while. They stumble downstairs to meet Paul and Nisha's and have coffee, not bothering to freshen up. The aroma of strong coffee fills the air as they sit at the kitchen table, chatting and laughing loudly.
As Blessita and Prakash bid farewell to Paul, Nisha, and their son, they can't help but notice the disgusted looks on their faces as they leave.
Back at home, Blessita slips out of her stained nighty and into a beautiful sky blue chiffon saree. The fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her figure. She pairs it with a white blouse adorned with delicate floral designs. A jasmine flower is pinned to her head, adding a sweet fragrance to her already musky scent. She dbangs a golden wedding chain around her neck, the metal warming against her skin. Prakash watches her get ready, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively."You look gorgeous, babe.
Blessita stands at the bus stand, her dusky skin glowing in the morning sun.The sky blue chiffon saree hugs her curves, the white floral blouse contrasting beautifully with her complexion.The jasmine flower in her hair releases a sweet scent that mingles with her own natural muskiness. The golden chain around her neck catches the light, drawing attention to her graceful neck. Men and women alike turn to stare at her, some whispering and pointing. Blessita just smiles to herself, relishing the attention. She's used to being the center of attraction, her beauty unmatched. she's stingy and won't spend a penny on transportation if she can help it. So she waits patiently, her beauty a free show for the bus stand audience, as the free bus arrives, she steps inside, her saree rustling softly. The other passengers shift uncomfortably, the confined space filling with her strong, earthy aroma. Blessita settles into a seat, crossing her legs and exposing a glimpse of her unshaven ankles.
Blessita arrives home, exhausted but satisfied with her day.She changes out of her saree and into a silky knee-length nightgown that hugs her curves. The ankle-length gold chain she wears adds a touch of elegance to her casual attire. Just as she's settling in, the doorbell rings. It's Paul, accompanied by his son.
Blessita welcomes them in, her musky scent filling the room as she moves.She sits down with Paul's son to begin the tutoring session, her nightgown riding up slightly to reveal a hint of her thighs.Meanwhile, Prakash and Paul retire to the other room for their own conversations.
As the week progresses, from Monday to Friday, this routine becomes a habit. Blessita tutors Paul's son, while Prakash and Paul bond over shared interests and stories. The two men grow closer with each passing day, their laughter and conversations filling the house.
As the tutoring sessions continue, Paul can't help but notice Blessita's beauty. He starts complimenting her in front of Prakash, saying things like"Blessita, you're looking radiant today!"or"That nightgown suits you perfectly." Prakash just smiles and nods, proud of his wife's attractiveness.
But when Prakash is out of the room, Paul's compliments get dirtier."Your legs look so smooth and silky, Blessita" or"That gown is amazing It hugs your curves in all the right places."Blessita laughs it off, taking the compliments in stride. She's faithful to Prakash and doesn't encourage Paul's flirtatious behavior.
As the weeks go by, the tutoring sessions continue. Paul's son improves greatly under Blessita's guidance, and Paul is grateful for her help.However, his flirtatious behavior towards Blessita doesn't stop. He finds excuses to touch her arm, to stand too close, to compliment her in ways that make her raise an eyebrow.
Despite Blessita's gentle rebuffs, Paul continues his flirtatious behavior. He starts making double-meaning jokes and innuendos during the tutoring sessions. For example, he might say,"I bet you're a great teacher in other areas too, Blessita
Paul just chuckles and shakes his head. "Relax, Blessita. I'm just joking around. You're so easy to tease." He leans against the counter, his eyes never leaving hers. "Besides, Prakash knows I'm harmless. I would never cross any lines."
As Blessita and Prakash bid farewell to Paul, Nisha, and their son, they can't help but notice the disgusted looks on their faces as they leave.
Back at home, Blessita slips out of her stained nighty and into a beautiful sky blue chiffon saree. The fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her figure. She pairs it with a white blouse adorned with delicate floral designs. A jasmine flower is pinned to her head, adding a sweet fragrance to her already musky scent. She dbangs a golden wedding chain around her neck, the metal warming against her skin. Prakash watches her get ready, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively."You look gorgeous, babe.
Blessita stands at the bus stand, her dusky skin glowing in the morning sun.The sky blue chiffon saree hugs her curves, the white floral blouse contrasting beautifully with her complexion.The jasmine flower in her hair releases a sweet scent that mingles with her own natural muskiness. The golden chain around her neck catches the light, drawing attention to her graceful neck. Men and women alike turn to stare at her, some whispering and pointing. Blessita just smiles to herself, relishing the attention. She's used to being the center of attraction, her beauty unmatched. she's stingy and won't spend a penny on transportation if she can help it. So she waits patiently, her beauty a free show for the bus stand audience, as the free bus arrives, she steps inside, her saree rustling softly. The other passengers shift uncomfortably, the confined space filling with her strong, earthy aroma. Blessita settles into a seat, crossing her legs and exposing a glimpse of her unshaven ankles.
Blessita arrives home, exhausted but satisfied with her day.She changes out of her saree and into a silky knee-length nightgown that hugs her curves. The ankle-length gold chain she wears adds a touch of elegance to her casual attire. Just as she's settling in, the doorbell rings. It's Paul, accompanied by his son.
Blessita welcomes them in, her musky scent filling the room as she moves.She sits down with Paul's son to begin the tutoring session, her nightgown riding up slightly to reveal a hint of her thighs.Meanwhile, Prakash and Paul retire to the other room for their own conversations.
As the week progresses, from Monday to Friday, this routine becomes a habit. Blessita tutors Paul's son, while Prakash and Paul bond over shared interests and stories. The two men grow closer with each passing day, their laughter and conversations filling the house.
As the tutoring sessions continue, Paul can't help but notice Blessita's beauty. He starts complimenting her in front of Prakash, saying things like"Blessita, you're looking radiant today!"or"That nightgown suits you perfectly." Prakash just smiles and nods, proud of his wife's attractiveness.
But when Prakash is out of the room, Paul's compliments get dirtier."Your legs look so smooth and silky, Blessita" or"That gown is amazing It hugs your curves in all the right places."Blessita laughs it off, taking the compliments in stride. She's faithful to Prakash and doesn't encourage Paul's flirtatious behavior.
As the weeks go by, the tutoring sessions continue. Paul's son improves greatly under Blessita's guidance, and Paul is grateful for her help.However, his flirtatious behavior towards Blessita doesn't stop. He finds excuses to touch her arm, to stand too close, to compliment her in ways that make her raise an eyebrow.
Despite Blessita's gentle rebuffs, Paul continues his flirtatious behavior. He starts making double-meaning jokes and innuendos during the tutoring sessions. For example, he might say,"I bet you're a great teacher in other areas too, Blessita
Paul just chuckles and shakes his head. "Relax, Blessita. I'm just joking around. You're so easy to tease." He leans against the counter, his eyes never leaving hers. "Besides, Prakash knows I'm harmless. I would never cross any lines."
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