05-06-2025, 06:36 PM
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The next morning, Chandrani woke up to the chirping of her phone, her heart racing as she reached for it. She checked the screen and saw a missed call from Ashok, but no message from Deb. Her stomach dropped slightly, the anticipation of his text like an unfulfilled promise. She took a deep breath and composed herself, reminding herself that it was still early. Maybe he was busy or will wake up late or may be they can meet at breakfast tabble.
As she got out of bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled over her like a thick fog. She had been so looking forward to their rendezvous, the thrill of the power play still fresh in her mind. But she knew she couldn't let it show, especially not in front of her son.
After a quick shower, she dressed in a modest salwar kameez, her thoughts racing. What could it mean that Deb hadn't texted her yet? Was he playing another game, or had she overestimated his interest? She pushed the thoughts aside as she sat down with Rehan for breakfast.
Her son chattered away, his eyes bright with excitement about the swimming pool. Chandrani forced a smile, nodding along to his stories while scanning the crowded dining room for any sign of Deb. The aroma of masala omelets and sizzling parathas filled the air, but she had no appetite. The anticipation of seeing him was like a tightrope walk over a pit of snakes, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
"Mama, are you listening?" Rehan's voice pierced through her thoughts.
Chandrani blinked, focusing on her son's eager face. "Of course, beta," she said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "You were telling me about your science project?"
Rehan beamed and launched into an enthusiastic recount of his college escapades and the latest superhero movie he had watched. She nodded and smiled, her mind still racing with the thought of the dealt?
she had already tried to reach out to khyam in morning twice to inform him but he did not pick phone.
Post breakfast, as the dishes were cleared away by the efficient hotel staff, Rehan's eyes lit up as he tugged at her arm. "Mama, can we go to the swimming pool now?"
Chandrani's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she managed a smile. "Of course, beta. We'll go before lunch. First, let's check if your father has messaged." She didn't want to admit the truth; that she was eager to hear from khyam and recieve some bravado and assurance of all the promises or may be a call from Deb. She pulled out her phone, hoping for a message that would set the tone for the rest of her day.
Back in the room, she helped Rehan change into his swimming shorts, her own heart racing at the thought of what lay beneath her modest salwar kameez. The hotel room felt suffocatingly small, the mundane task of packing forgotten. She slipped into the bathroom and shed her clothes, her body feeling alive and charged from the night's events. The mirror revealed a daring choice she had made for the weekend, a monokini and a thong that barely contained her curves. Her breasts, heavy with anticipation, were merely held in place by the flimsy triangular piece of fabric, and the string of the thong did nothing to conceal the roundness of her ass cheeks.
For a moment, she allowed herself to admire her reflection, the way the water droplets from the shower clung to her skin, accentuating her every curve. But as reality crashed in, she realized with a start that she couldn't possibly wear this in front of her son. She hastily grabbed a shrug , pulling it on over the monokini. The shrug was loose, but it would have to do. With a sigh, she stepped out of the bathroom, her thoughts a tangled web of desire and duty.
Rehan's eyes lit up when he saw her, his excitement for the pool infectious. But Chandrani's mind was elsewhere. The phone in her hand was buzzing with a call from Khyam, and she knew she had to take it. "Rehan, wait just a second," she called out, but her son was already sprinting down the hallway, his laughter echoing through the hotel corridor. Her heart skipped a beat as she answered the call, her breath shallow with nerves.
"Chandrani, you've done it!" Khyam's voice boomed through the line, filled with congratulations. Her stomach sank. He had found out about the deal from someone else, from the higher-ups of karim khan's party in Delhi. She felt a pang of disappointment that she hadn't been the one to deliver the news, but she quickly shoved it aside. This was her victory, and she had to own it.
"Thank you, Khyam," she said, trying to keep the frustration from her tone. "It was a tough negotiation, but I'm happy with the outcome."
Khyam's chuckle was low and knowing. "I can imagine," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "I've always admired your...tenacity."
Chandrani's cheeks burned, and she swallowed hard. "It was all for the party," she murmured, her eyes straying to rehan.
"Of course," Khyam said, his tone smooth as silk. "But remember, you're not just a tool to be used and discarded. You're a player in this game now."
Chandrani's eyes widened at the implication, but before she could respond, Rehan's voice grew louder. "Mamma, come on!" She knew she had to end the call. "I'll call you back, Khyam," she said, her voice strained, and hung up.
Her son's excitement was a stark contrast to the weight of her conversation. She took a deep breath and tucked her phone into her bag, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Let's go," she called out, hurrying after him.
As they approached the pool, Chandrani's eyes scanned the area, searching for lifeguards or any sign of safety. The pool was large, with a deep end that seemed to call out to Rehan's boundless energy. She felt a flicker of worry as he ran towards it, his little legs pumping with excitement. "Rehan, wait!" she called out, but he didn't slow down.
Deb, who had been quietly following them, noticed her concern and swiftly stepped in. He scooped Rehan up into his arms, his biceps flexing with the effortlessness of a seasoned parent. "Let's not go in there just yet," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It looks a bit deep for our young friend."
The relief that flooded Chandrani was palpable. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded, her eyes lingering on Deb's strong, capable arms. Rehan giggled, enjoying the sudden ride, and she felt a strange mix of emotions—gratitude, attraction, and a hint of something else, something she didn't quite want to acknowledge.
They made their way to the kiddie pool, a shallow area with floaties and water toys, perfect for a five-year-old's boundless enthusiasm. As Deb set Rehan down, the boy squealed and dashed into the water, splashing and laughing. Chandrani couldn't help but watch Deb as he rolled up his sleeves and crouched down to help her son, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt. She felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the sun.
Deb looked over at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Aren't your mommy coming to join us?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge.
Chandrani's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her voice light. "Rehan, sweetheart," she called out, her gaze never leaving Deb's. "Why don't you tell Uncle Deb why I can't go in the pool with you right now?"
Rehan looked over, water droplets clinging to his lashes and a grin splitting his face. "Mama said she doesn't have her swimsuit on," he yelled, his voice carrying over the splashing.
Deb's eyes flicked to Chandrani, a mischievous glint in them. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice carrying a double meaning that was lost on the innocent boy. "Well, I'm sure she has something suitable to wear, isnt it?"
Chandrani felt the heat rise in her cheeks at his implication. She wore a monokini underneath. She glanced down at her phone, the screen displaying a string of missed calls and messages from Ashok. She knew he wouldn't approve of her swimming in such attire, especially with another man present.
"But Rehan," she protested, "Mamma's clothes will get all wet."
Deb's eyes twinkled with understanding at her double entendre. He knew exactly what she meant, and he couldn't help but appreciate her wit. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." With a mischievous grin, he turned to the boy, who was eagerly eyeing the pool. "Look what I've got for you, buddy," he said, pointing to the inflatable armada of floating toys he had procured from the hotel staff.
Rehan's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he didn't need to be told twice. He squealed with delight and dashed to the pool's edge, leaving the adults behind. With the child thus occupied, Deb turned back to Chandrani, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He took off his shirt, revealing a body that was surprisingly toned for a man in his late 40s. His muscles rippled in the sunlight, the dark hair on his chest leading down to the waistband of his shorts. His abs were firm, a testament to his discipline in maintaining his physique despite his demanding schedule.
"Now," he said, his voice low and filled with amusement, "I'm sure your mommy can join us in the pool."
Chandrani's eyes flicked from Deb's bare chest to the pool, her thoughts racing. The situation was fraught with tension, the line between business and pleasure blurring more with each passing moment. She knew that she had to tread carefully, but the temptation to indulge in this unexpected moment of lightness was too strong to resist.
With a coy smile, she stood up, the sound of the fabric of her shrug whispering against her skin as she let it drop to the floor.She stepped out of it, revealing her figure in all its glory. The monokini was a bold choice, but she had picked it out with a purpose. The way it hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts and cinching her waist, made her feel powerful. The sight of her curvy figure in the monokini was enough to make Deb's eyes widen, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She walked towards the pool with a sultry grace, her hips swaying with each step. The water was cool and inviting as she took the plunge, the splash momentarily dousing the heat that had been building between them.
They floated on the water, their legs brushing against each other, the tension palpable. Deb leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "The deal will be sealed officially next Wednesday, at the press conference," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "And until then, you should hope that everything goes according to plan."
Chandrani felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she nodded. "I understand," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What happens if it doesn't?"
Deb's eyes darkened, his gaze holding hers captive. "Let's not think about that," he murmured, his hand reaching out to caress the water's surface, the droplets rippling in response. "Let's just enjoy the moment."
Chandrani felt a thrill at his words. The situation was precarious, a dance of desire and power played out in the sun-drenched pool. She leaned back, letting the water support her, her breasts rising out of the water, the monokini's fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Deb's gaze followed the movement, his eyes smoldering with heat.
Rehan's voice cut through the silence, "Mama, I'm hungry."
Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face her son, the coolness of the water against her skin forgotten as she saw the innocence in his eyes. "Okay, sweetie, I'll be out in a minute," she called back, her voice strained as Deb's hand continued to explore beneath the water's surface.
Deb's fingertips traced the contour of her ass cheek, the fabric of her thong doing little to shield her from his touch. She felt his hand glide over the elastic band, and then down, sliding into her crack. She gasped, trying to maintain her composure as she watched Rehan playfully splash in the kiddie pool. The warmth of his hand against her skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of the water, and she felt her pussy clench involuntarily.
"Mama, can we have ice cream?" Rehan's voice was a siren's call, pulling her back to reality. "Sure, sweetie," she called back, her voice slightly shakier than she intended. She couldn't let her son see the flustered state she was in. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from Deb, the water droplets from her skin sparkling in the sun.
Deb emerged from the pool like a Greek god, water cascading from his muscular frame. He winked at Chandrani before scooping up Rehan, the boy's laughter ringing out as he was lifted into the air. "You stay and enjoy the pool, Chandrani. I'll take care of the little man," he said, his voice low and suggestive.
Her heart racing, Chandrani took the opportunity to slip out of the pool and make her way to the changing area. The cool air hit her like a slap, her body flushing as she realized Deb had seen her in her monokini. She hurried into the adjacent room, her thoughts a tumult of excitement and fear. She had never felt so exposed, so...desired.
Deb wiped rehan and dried him off in jiffy and asked the bar tender to give him an ice cream.
" where is mommy ? ", rehan asked while scanning the pool. "i will be back with her", deb remarked.
As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, she heard the door open behind her. She spun around, expecting to see Rehan, but instead, it was Deb, his muscular physique glistening with droplets of water. His eyes took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the way the wet fabric clung to her curves.
"I thought you were Rehan," she stuttered, reaching for a towel.
Deb smirked, closing the distance between them. "I think you're happy it's me," he murmured, his eyes darkening.
Without waiting for a response, he reached out and cupped Chandrani's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and arousal. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She hesitated for a moment, the sound of the running water muffling the outside world. Then she shook her head, her cheeks flaming red.
They stepped closer, their bodies pressed against each other in the tight space of the shower stall. The warm water streamed down their skin as Deb's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist and hips. Chandrani felt a thrill run through her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"What will people think?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Deb whispered, " i am more interested in your thong than people's thought"...tracing line on chandrani's ass crack.
Deb chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Let them think what they will," he said in mischievous tone.
Just as the tension between them reached a boiling point, the sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the bathroom, followed by the chatter of two foreigners. Chandrani's eyes went wide with panic, and she frantically pushed Deb away. They both stepped back, the water still running, their bodies taut with unfulfilled desire. The two men didn't seem to notice the charged atmosphere as they talked about the weather and the hotel's amenities in a language neither Chandrani nor Deb could understand.
Deb winked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips, as he stepped aside to let her out of the shower. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself tightly, the fabric sticking to her damp skin. Chandrani could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her wet hair and the flush on her cheeks. She ducked into the changing room, her heart racing.
As she got out of bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had settled over her like a thick fog. She had been so looking forward to their rendezvous, the thrill of the power play still fresh in her mind. But she knew she couldn't let it show, especially not in front of her son.
After a quick shower, she dressed in a modest salwar kameez, her thoughts racing. What could it mean that Deb hadn't texted her yet? Was he playing another game, or had she overestimated his interest? She pushed the thoughts aside as she sat down with Rehan for breakfast.
Her son chattered away, his eyes bright with excitement about the swimming pool. Chandrani forced a smile, nodding along to his stories while scanning the crowded dining room for any sign of Deb. The aroma of masala omelets and sizzling parathas filled the air, but she had no appetite. The anticipation of seeing him was like a tightrope walk over a pit of snakes, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.
"Mama, are you listening?" Rehan's voice pierced through her thoughts.
Chandrani blinked, focusing on her son's eager face. "Of course, beta," she said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "You were telling me about your science project?"
Rehan beamed and launched into an enthusiastic recount of his college escapades and the latest superhero movie he had watched. She nodded and smiled, her mind still racing with the thought of the dealt?
she had already tried to reach out to khyam in morning twice to inform him but he did not pick phone.
Post breakfast, as the dishes were cleared away by the efficient hotel staff, Rehan's eyes lit up as he tugged at her arm. "Mama, can we go to the swimming pool now?"
Chandrani's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but she managed a smile. "Of course, beta. We'll go before lunch. First, let's check if your father has messaged." She didn't want to admit the truth; that she was eager to hear from khyam and recieve some bravado and assurance of all the promises or may be a call from Deb. She pulled out her phone, hoping for a message that would set the tone for the rest of her day.
Back in the room, she helped Rehan change into his swimming shorts, her own heart racing at the thought of what lay beneath her modest salwar kameez. The hotel room felt suffocatingly small, the mundane task of packing forgotten. She slipped into the bathroom and shed her clothes, her body feeling alive and charged from the night's events. The mirror revealed a daring choice she had made for the weekend, a monokini and a thong that barely contained her curves. Her breasts, heavy with anticipation, were merely held in place by the flimsy triangular piece of fabric, and the string of the thong did nothing to conceal the roundness of her ass cheeks.
For a moment, she allowed herself to admire her reflection, the way the water droplets from the shower clung to her skin, accentuating her every curve. But as reality crashed in, she realized with a start that she couldn't possibly wear this in front of her son. She hastily grabbed a shrug , pulling it on over the monokini. The shrug was loose, but it would have to do. With a sigh, she stepped out of the bathroom, her thoughts a tangled web of desire and duty.
Rehan's eyes lit up when he saw her, his excitement for the pool infectious. But Chandrani's mind was elsewhere. The phone in her hand was buzzing with a call from Khyam, and she knew she had to take it. "Rehan, wait just a second," she called out, but her son was already sprinting down the hallway, his laughter echoing through the hotel corridor. Her heart skipped a beat as she answered the call, her breath shallow with nerves.
"Chandrani, you've done it!" Khyam's voice boomed through the line, filled with congratulations. Her stomach sank. He had found out about the deal from someone else, from the higher-ups of karim khan's party in Delhi. She felt a pang of disappointment that she hadn't been the one to deliver the news, but she quickly shoved it aside. This was her victory, and she had to own it.
"Thank you, Khyam," she said, trying to keep the frustration from her tone. "It was a tough negotiation, but I'm happy with the outcome."
Khyam's chuckle was low and knowing. "I can imagine," he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. "I've always admired your...tenacity."
Chandrani's cheeks burned, and she swallowed hard. "It was all for the party," she murmured, her eyes straying to rehan.
"Of course," Khyam said, his tone smooth as silk. "But remember, you're not just a tool to be used and discarded. You're a player in this game now."
Chandrani's eyes widened at the implication, but before she could respond, Rehan's voice grew louder. "Mamma, come on!" She knew she had to end the call. "I'll call you back, Khyam," she said, her voice strained, and hung up.
Her son's excitement was a stark contrast to the weight of her conversation. She took a deep breath and tucked her phone into her bag, forcing a smile onto her lips. "Let's go," she called out, hurrying after him.
As they approached the pool, Chandrani's eyes scanned the area, searching for lifeguards or any sign of safety. The pool was large, with a deep end that seemed to call out to Rehan's boundless energy. She felt a flicker of worry as he ran towards it, his little legs pumping with excitement. "Rehan, wait!" she called out, but he didn't slow down.
Deb, who had been quietly following them, noticed her concern and swiftly stepped in. He scooped Rehan up into his arms, his biceps flexing with the effortlessness of a seasoned parent. "Let's not go in there just yet," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It looks a bit deep for our young friend."
The relief that flooded Chandrani was palpable. She didn't trust herself to speak, so she just nodded, her eyes lingering on Deb's strong, capable arms. Rehan giggled, enjoying the sudden ride, and she felt a strange mix of emotions—gratitude, attraction, and a hint of something else, something she didn't quite want to acknowledge.
They made their way to the kiddie pool, a shallow area with floaties and water toys, perfect for a five-year-old's boundless enthusiasm. As Deb set Rehan down, the boy squealed and dashed into the water, splashing and laughing. Chandrani couldn't help but watch Deb as he rolled up his sleeves and crouched down to help her son, his muscles flexing beneath the fabric of his shirt. She felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the sun.
Deb looked over at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Aren't your mommy coming to join us?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge.
Chandrani's eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her voice light. "Rehan, sweetheart," she called out, her gaze never leaving Deb's. "Why don't you tell Uncle Deb why I can't go in the pool with you right now?"
Rehan looked over, water droplets clinging to his lashes and a grin splitting his face. "Mama said she doesn't have her swimsuit on," he yelled, his voice carrying over the splashing.
Deb's eyes flicked to Chandrani, a mischievous glint in them. "Ah, I see," he said, his voice carrying a double meaning that was lost on the innocent boy. "Well, I'm sure she has something suitable to wear, isnt it?"
Chandrani felt the heat rise in her cheeks at his implication. She wore a monokini underneath. She glanced down at her phone, the screen displaying a string of missed calls and messages from Ashok. She knew he wouldn't approve of her swimming in such attire, especially with another man present.
"But Rehan," she protested, "Mamma's clothes will get all wet."
Deb's eyes twinkled with understanding at her double entendre. He knew exactly what she meant, and he couldn't help but appreciate her wit. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." With a mischievous grin, he turned to the boy, who was eagerly eyeing the pool. "Look what I've got for you, buddy," he said, pointing to the inflatable armada of floating toys he had procured from the hotel staff.
Rehan's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and he didn't need to be told twice. He squealed with delight and dashed to the pool's edge, leaving the adults behind. With the child thus occupied, Deb turned back to Chandrani, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He took off his shirt, revealing a body that was surprisingly toned for a man in his late 40s. His muscles rippled in the sunlight, the dark hair on his chest leading down to the waistband of his shorts. His abs were firm, a testament to his discipline in maintaining his physique despite his demanding schedule.
"Now," he said, his voice low and filled with amusement, "I'm sure your mommy can join us in the pool."
Chandrani's eyes flicked from Deb's bare chest to the pool, her thoughts racing. The situation was fraught with tension, the line between business and pleasure blurring more with each passing moment. She knew that she had to tread carefully, but the temptation to indulge in this unexpected moment of lightness was too strong to resist.
With a coy smile, she stood up, the sound of the fabric of her shrug whispering against her skin as she let it drop to the floor.She stepped out of it, revealing her figure in all its glory. The monokini was a bold choice, but she had picked it out with a purpose. The way it hugged her curves, accentuating her breasts and cinching her waist, made her feel powerful. The sight of her curvy figure in the monokini was enough to make Deb's eyes widen, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and the curve of her hips. She walked towards the pool with a sultry grace, her hips swaying with each step. The water was cool and inviting as she took the plunge, the splash momentarily dousing the heat that had been building between them.
They floated on the water, their legs brushing against each other, the tension palpable. Deb leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "The deal will be sealed officially next Wednesday, at the press conference," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "And until then, you should hope that everything goes according to plan."
Chandrani felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she nodded. "I understand," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What happens if it doesn't?"
Deb's eyes darkened, his gaze holding hers captive. "Let's not think about that," he murmured, his hand reaching out to caress the water's surface, the droplets rippling in response. "Let's just enjoy the moment."
Chandrani felt a thrill at his words. The situation was precarious, a dance of desire and power played out in the sun-drenched pool. She leaned back, letting the water support her, her breasts rising out of the water, the monokini's fabric clinging to her like a second skin. Deb's gaze followed the movement, his eyes smoldering with heat.
Rehan's voice cut through the silence, "Mama, I'm hungry."
Chandrani's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face her son, the coolness of the water against her skin forgotten as she saw the innocence in his eyes. "Okay, sweetie, I'll be out in a minute," she called back, her voice strained as Deb's hand continued to explore beneath the water's surface.
Deb's fingertips traced the contour of her ass cheek, the fabric of her thong doing little to shield her from his touch. She felt his hand glide over the elastic band, and then down, sliding into her crack. She gasped, trying to maintain her composure as she watched Rehan playfully splash in the kiddie pool. The warmth of his hand against her skin was a stark contrast to the coldness of the water, and she felt her pussy clench involuntarily.
"Mama, can we have ice cream?" Rehan's voice was a siren's call, pulling her back to reality. "Sure, sweetie," she called back, her voice slightly shakier than she intended. She couldn't let her son see the flustered state she was in. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from Deb, the water droplets from her skin sparkling in the sun.
Deb emerged from the pool like a Greek god, water cascading from his muscular frame. He winked at Chandrani before scooping up Rehan, the boy's laughter ringing out as he was lifted into the air. "You stay and enjoy the pool, Chandrani. I'll take care of the little man," he said, his voice low and suggestive.
Her heart racing, Chandrani took the opportunity to slip out of the pool and make her way to the changing area. The cool air hit her like a slap, her body flushing as she realized Deb had seen her in her monokini. She hurried into the adjacent room, her thoughts a tumult of excitement and fear. She had never felt so exposed, so...desired.
Deb wiped rehan and dried him off in jiffy and asked the bar tender to give him an ice cream.
" where is mommy ? ", rehan asked while scanning the pool. "i will be back with her", deb remarked.
As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, she heard the door open behind her. She spun around, expecting to see Rehan, but instead, it was Deb, his muscular physique glistening with droplets of water. His eyes took in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the way the wet fabric clung to her curves.
"I thought you were Rehan," she stuttered, reaching for a towel.
Deb smirked, closing the distance between them. "I think you're happy it's me," he murmured, his eyes darkening.
Without waiting for a response, he reached out and cupped Chandrani's ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and arousal. "Do you mind?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in her ear. She hesitated for a moment, the sound of the running water muffling the outside world. Then she shook her head, her cheeks flaming red.
They stepped closer, their bodies pressed against each other in the tight space of the shower stall. The warm water streamed down their skin as Deb's hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the lines of her waist and hips. Chandrani felt a thrill run through her as she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.
"What will people think?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Deb whispered, " i am more interested in your thong than people's thought"...tracing line on chandrani's ass crack.
Deb chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Let them think what they will," he said in mischievous tone.
Just as the tension between them reached a boiling point, the sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the bathroom, followed by the chatter of two foreigners. Chandrani's eyes went wide with panic, and she frantically pushed Deb away. They both stepped back, the water still running, their bodies taut with unfulfilled desire. The two men didn't seem to notice the charged atmosphere as they talked about the weather and the hotel's amenities in a language neither Chandrani nor Deb could understand.
Deb winked at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips, as he stepped aside to let her out of the shower. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself tightly, the fabric sticking to her damp skin. Chandrani could feel his eyes on her, drinking in the sight of her wet hair and the flush on her cheeks. She ducked into the changing room, her heart racing.
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