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The two foreigners chuckled to themselves as they approached the shower area, oblivious to the scene they had just interrupted. They spoke in rapid-fire French, their conversation about the hotel's excellent wine selection. Chandrani took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She knew she couldn't stay in here forever, but the thought of facing Deb after what had just happened was almost too much to bear.
With trembling hands, she shut off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel tightly around herself. Deb had already retreated to the changing room, his own towel slung low on his hips, revealing the muscular V-cut that led down to the bulge between his legs. He shot her a wink that sent a shiver down her spine. They both knew what had just happened, and the unspoken promise of more hung heavy in the air.
Once dressed, Chandrani wore a shrug over her monokini, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She met Deb in the hallway, his eyes raking over her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready for lunch?" he asked, his tone casual despite the electricity between them.
"Yes," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
Lunch was a cacophony of chit-chat, with Deb regaling them with tales of his political escapades and the current landscape of the nation's power plays. Chandrani found herself drawn into his narrative, her eyes wide with interest as he spoke with the confidence of a man who knew his game inside out. His wit was sharp, and his insights were astute, leaving her impressed with his grasp of the complex web of alliances and betrayals that made up their country's politics.
But what truly intrigued her was his sudden shift in conversation, probing into her own background with a level of detail that suggested meticulous research. It was as if he had studied her life like a script, ready to play the part of the charming host with a perfect understanding of his leading lady. She felt a thrill at the thought of being under his scrutiny, a mix of excitement and wariness that made her heart race.
As the meal wound down, Deb leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Chandrani?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and she knew he was referring to something more than mere evening plans.
Chandrani felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I was thinking of taking Rehan shopping," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "He's been wanting a new game, and I don't trust him to choose something appropriate on his own."
Deb's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Ah, a mother's touch," he said, his voice dripping with double entendres. "But what about dinner? Surely you can spare some time for that?"
Chandrani felt a jolt of excitement. "we would love to join you," she said, her voice a little too eager. "say 8pm?"
"Perfect," Deb said, his eyes lingering on her. "But remember, Rehan," he added, his gaze sliding over to Chandrani's barely concealed chest peeping through shrug, "make sure your mother wears something...comfortable tonight."
The innuendo was clear, and Chandrani felt a thrill of anticipation mingle with the dread that had been her constant companion since their arrival. She knew what he was hinting at, and she couldn't deny the flicker of desire that danced in her belly. But she also knew she had to keep her wits about her.
Rehan was oblivious to the undercurrents, his eyes glued to the phone screen as he played his latest game.
"Mama, can I go to the arcade?" he asked, looking up with hopeful eyes.
Chandrani's mind was racing, but she kept her smile in place. "Of course, Rehan," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "But remember, we're meeting Mr. Debansh for dinner at eight."
The boy nodded, his attention already drifting back to the game. "Okay, Mama."
Chandrani took a deep breath, her pulse racing. She leaned over, her voice low and sultry, "And remember, sweetheart, if I'm feeling particularly...generous tonight, I might just wear something that gives debansh uncle's eye a little treat." they parted away with promise to meet in evening.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of phone calls and frantic preparations. She dialed Ashok, her voice filled with excitement as she relayed the details of the deal, her heart fluttering with the anticipation of his response. But she was met with a curtness that surprised her. "Good," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Make sure you don't mess things up."
"And what about your plans for tonight?" he asked, trying to keep the hope from her voice.
chandrani's response was curt. "Just a dinner with some colleagues," she said, her tone giving away nothing.
Ashok's voice was tight. "Remember, Chandrani, this is serious. you can't afford any mistakes."
Chandrani nodded solemnly, her mind already racing with the events of the night before. "I know," she said, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. "Everything is under control."
Ashok wad happy and calm . "Good," he said finally, his tone a mix of relief and warning. "Keep me updated."
The call ended, and Chandrani let out a slow breath, her hand shaking slightly as she set the phone aside. She knew she had to keep her emotions in check, especially around Rehan. He was too young to understand the games she played.
Moving to the bedroom, she took out her luggage and began searching for the perfect outfit. She had brought a few options, but tonight called for something special. Her eyes fell on an asymmetrical short gown, the fabric shimmering in the soft light. It was risky, but it was exactly what she needed to keep Deb on his toes.
The party was in full swing, the sound of laughter and music filling the room. She spotted Deb across the crowded space, his eyes immediately finding hers. He was surrounded by a group of influential people, but she could see the hunger in his gaze as he took in the sight of her. The thrill of the chase was back, and she reveled in it.
Chandrani wore an asymmetrical short gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline was low, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to be tantalizing without being overtly vulgar. The fabric shimmered in the soft light, casting an ethereal glow on her olive skin. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and she had chosen to wear it loose, a stark contrast to the severe buns and ponytails she usually sported. She knew she looked stunning, and the way Deb's eyes devoured her only confirmed it.
As she made her way through the crowd, her heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the other guests on her, some curious, some envious. The tension between her and Deb was palpable, a silent conversation that spoke of desire and power. When she reached him, he broke away from his group without a word, taking her hand and leading her to a quieter corner of the room.
The table was exquisitely set, the crystal chandeliers above casting a warm, seductive glow. Rehan, too innocent for all this, was immediately engrossed in his phone, playing games that Chandrani didn't understand. She took a seat across from Deb, their legs brushing against each other beneath the table. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping.
Deb looked at her with a knowing smirk. "So," he began, his voice low and velvety, "thanks a lot for coming..what you will have tonight?"
Chandrani felt the heat rise to her cheeks, aware of the double entendre. She played along, her voice a soft purr. "Whatever you recommend, Mr. Debansh."
The waiter arrived, and Deb ordered a bottle of their finest wine, his gaze never leaving hers. The conversation flowed easily, a delicate dance of innuendo and wit that had Chandrani's stomach fluttering. Despite the tension, she couldn't help but be charmed by his suave mannerisms, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her jokes.
When the wine was served, they clinked glasses, the sound echoing in the intimate space. "To the successful deal," Deb murmured, his eyes holding hers.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her heart racing. "And to your unwavering support," she added, her voice low and sultry. The sweet, fruity aroma of the wine filled her nostrils as she took a sip, the liquid sliding down her throat like a warm caress.
Deb leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's been a pleasure having you by my side, Chandrani," he said, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "You've been a... formidable ally."
The way he said "ally" had her pulse spiking. It was loaded with meaning, hinting at the unspoken agreement they had made the night before. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. This was uncharted territory for her, a dance of seduction and power that she had never quite mastered. But she knew she had to keep up the façade, to keep the upper hand in this delicate game.
"The seafood was indeed amazing," she said, her eyes flicking down to the half-empty platter between them. The shrimp had been cooked to perfection, succulent and spicy, the taste lingering on her tongue. The crab legs lay discarded, their shells cracked open, the sweet flesh devoured by eager forks. The lobster was a work of art, its red shell gleaming in the candlelight, the meat tender and delicate. It was a feast that had left them all satisfied, the rich flavors of the ocean melding with the crisp white wine.
Deb's gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving hers as he took a sip of his drink. He set the glass down with a deliberate click, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint clinking of ice. "I am thinking something else," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "I wonder if rehan's mommy finally decided to give deb uncle a treat for his eye
Rehan was engrossed in his game, the sounds of explosions and digital cheers echoing from his phone. Chandrani felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing coy.
Deb leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "I was just curious if my guess is true," he said, his eyes flicking down to her lap. "i can bet that you are wearing a thong now..just like in morning..."
Rehan was too absorbed in his game to pay attention to the grown-ups' conversation, which allowed Chandrani to indulge in the thrill of the moment. She took a sip of her wine, her hand trembling slightly. "Some things are better left to the imagination," she said, her voice a silky purr. She took a deep breath, allowing her ample chest to rise and fall dramatically, drawing Deb's gaze even as she feigned innocence.
Deb chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, the art of the tease," he murmured. "But I'm not one for mystery, Chandrani. I prefer my... pleasures laid out before me, ready to be enjoyed." His voice was like a caress, making her want to lean into him, to feel his warmth against her skin.
The tension grew thicker than the curry that sat untouched on their plates. Chandrani could feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes. Her own desire was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress.
"something is to be discovered...or else where the fun is...?" chandrani said while sippingthe wine without looking at deb.
Deb watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a bite of his food, the taste suddenly forgotten as he pondered her words. He knew what she was referring to, and the thought of her thong under the table was driving him wild. He took a deep breath, willing himself to remain composed. "Indeed," he said, his voice husky. "But sometimes, the best discoveries are the ones that unfold gradually, like a petal revealing its true beauty."
With a mischievous smirk, he reached down to adjust his napkin, his hand brushing against his own thigh. In a swift, deliberate motion, he let his towel drop to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, his eyes never leaving hers.
Chandrani took the bait, spreading her legs ever so slightly. The fabric of her gown slid aside, and she felt a rush of cool air against her bare skin. She had gone commando, a daring choice for the evening that she had hoped would pay off. The anticipation was exhilarating, and she felt a thrill as she watched Deb's gaze drop to the juncture of her thighs.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani teases Deb with the promise of discovery, sipping her wine without breaking eye contact. Their conversation is laden with sexual undertones as Deb hints at her thong. Chandrani raises the stakes by subtly exposing herself, and Deb responds by dropping his towel, his eyes revealing his desire. The atmosphere is charged, and both are aware of their silent exchange of power and attraction.
Deb's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly as he took in the sight before him. A neatly trimmed V of dark hair framed the plump folds of her pussy, her choclate pussy lips swollen and inviting. His mouth went dry, and his cock stirred in his pants. He had to fight the urge to lean across the table and bury his face between her thighs.
"Sir?" The waiter's voice was like a splash of cold water, breaking the spell that had held them both. Deb's eyes snapped up to meet Chandrani's, her own eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she hurriedly close her opened thighs. She had never been so brazenly exposed in public before, and the thrill was intoxicating.
"Ah, yes," Deb croaked, clearing his throat and straightening in his chair. He took the offered handkerchief, trying to ignore the bulge in his trousers. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Chandrani's. She could see the hunger in them, the unbridled desire that matched the throbbing in her own core.
The waiter nodded and retreated, and the moment was lost in the cacophony of the party. The music washed over them, the laughter and clinking of glasses a stark contrast to the intimate scene that had just unfolded. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might happen next. Was she really going to go through with this? Was it worth it?
Meanwhile, Rehan was feeling very sleepy. The excitement of the day and the late hour had caught up with him, and his eyes were drooping heavily. Deb noticed his discomfort and, with surprising gentleness, offered to carry him from the dinner table to their room. Chandrani's heart swelled with a strange mix of love and pride as she watched deb interact with their son. It was a side of him she first saw, and it was endearing.
As they walked through the corridor, the soft carpet muffling their footsteps, Chandrani couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The way people were looking at them, whispering, it was clear that they were being recognized as a power couple. She had always craved this kind of validation, this sense of belonging in the upper echelons of society. With each step, her confidence grew, the fabric of her dress clinging to her curves, the sway of her hips a silent declaration of her power.
Deb's arms were strong and warm as they cradled Rehan's sleeping form, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Chandrani's eyes traced the lines of his abs, her mind wandering back to the brief glimpse she had caught earlier. The memory made her skin tingle, and she found herself taking a deeper breath, her eyes lingering just a little too long.
SUMMARY^1: Rehan's fatigue provides an opportunity for Deb to show his gentle side, offering to carry him to their room. This sight fills Chandrani with unexpected affection. As they navigate the hotel's corridor, she revels in the whispers of their newfound power, feeling validated and confident. The intimate setting and Deb's bare chest stir further desire within her, as she recalls the earlier glimpse of his body and feels the chemistry between them growing stronger.
Once Rehan was tucked into bed, Deb turned to Chandrani with a mischievous grin. "Alone at last," he murmured, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. He took her hand and led her back out of the room, the click of the door echoing down the hallway. The suit was quiet, the party's noise a distant murmur through the thick walls.
Deb settled on the plush couch, pulling her onto his lap with a gentle firmness that made her heart race. She could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of her dress, his thighs warm and solid beneath her. He leaned back, his arms wrapping around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "Let's capture this moment, shall we?"
Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she nodded, the thrill of the situation making her head swim. Deb pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of the suite. He positioned her in his arms, her head tilted back against his shoulder, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt like a queen, nestled in the embrace of a powerful man who could give her everything she desired. As he took the selfie, his cheek pressed against hers, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something more than just political ambition.
SUMMARY^1: After putting Rehan to bed, Deb leads Chandrani back to the suite's living area, hinting at their newfound privacy. They sit on the couch, with Deb's arms around her waist, his thighs supporting her. He suggests capturing the moment with a selfie, which she agrees to nervously. The intimacy and power dynamics between them are palpable as they pose together, hinting at deeper feelings beyond their political alliance.
The phone clicked, capturing the moment forever. He leaned back, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held her close. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. He set the phone aside and leaned in, his breath hot and sweet against her neck. "you are looking really beautiful...tonight..i would never knew bong womens are so beautiful as there age progresses"
Her cheeks flushed with both pleasure and a hint of embarrassment at the compliment. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Just as she was about to pull away, her phone, nestled in the folds of the couch, began to vibrate insistently. It was Ashok. Chandrani's stomach twisted into knots at the thought of her husband's voice breaking through the spell that Deb had cast over her. She made a move to grab it, but before she could, Deb's hand was there, plucking the device from the cushion.
"Don't," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "We need to focus on what's important right now."
Chandrani's eyes searched Deb's, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. The phone continued to buzz in his hand, but for a moment, they ignored it. With a sudden surge of desire, Deb crushed his lips against hers, and she melted into the kiss, the heat of his mouth setting her body alight. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, the fabric of their clothes a frustrating barrier to the skin-on-skin contact they both craved.
With trembling hands, she shut off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel tightly around herself. Deb had already retreated to the changing room, his own towel slung low on his hips, revealing the muscular V-cut that led down to the bulge between his legs. He shot her a wink that sent a shiver down her spine. They both knew what had just happened, and the unspoken promise of more hung heavy in the air.
Once dressed, Chandrani wore a shrug over her monokini, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She met Deb in the hallway, his eyes raking over her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ready for lunch?" he asked, his tone casual despite the electricity between them.
"Yes," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.
Lunch was a cacophony of chit-chat, with Deb regaling them with tales of his political escapades and the current landscape of the nation's power plays. Chandrani found herself drawn into his narrative, her eyes wide with interest as he spoke with the confidence of a man who knew his game inside out. His wit was sharp, and his insights were astute, leaving her impressed with his grasp of the complex web of alliances and betrayals that made up their country's politics.
But what truly intrigued her was his sudden shift in conversation, probing into her own background with a level of detail that suggested meticulous research. It was as if he had studied her life like a script, ready to play the part of the charming host with a perfect understanding of his leading lady. She felt a thrill at the thought of being under his scrutiny, a mix of excitement and wariness that made her heart race.
As the meal wound down, Deb leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Chandrani?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and she knew he was referring to something more than mere evening plans.
Chandrani felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "I was thinking of taking Rehan shopping," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "He's been wanting a new game, and I don't trust him to choose something appropriate on his own."
Deb's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Ah, a mother's touch," he said, his voice dripping with double entendres. "But what about dinner? Surely you can spare some time for that?"
Chandrani felt a jolt of excitement. "we would love to join you," she said, her voice a little too eager. "say 8pm?"
"Perfect," Deb said, his eyes lingering on her. "But remember, Rehan," he added, his gaze sliding over to Chandrani's barely concealed chest peeping through shrug, "make sure your mother wears something...comfortable tonight."
The innuendo was clear, and Chandrani felt a thrill of anticipation mingle with the dread that had been her constant companion since their arrival. She knew what he was hinting at, and she couldn't deny the flicker of desire that danced in her belly. But she also knew she had to keep her wits about her.
Rehan was oblivious to the undercurrents, his eyes glued to the phone screen as he played his latest game.
"Mama, can I go to the arcade?" he asked, looking up with hopeful eyes.
Chandrani's mind was racing, but she kept her smile in place. "Of course, Rehan," she said, trying to keep her voice light. "But remember, we're meeting Mr. Debansh for dinner at eight."
The boy nodded, his attention already drifting back to the game. "Okay, Mama."
Chandrani took a deep breath, her pulse racing. She leaned over, her voice low and sultry, "And remember, sweetheart, if I'm feeling particularly...generous tonight, I might just wear something that gives debansh uncle's eye a little treat." they parted away with promise to meet in evening.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of phone calls and frantic preparations. She dialed Ashok, her voice filled with excitement as she relayed the details of the deal, her heart fluttering with the anticipation of his response. But she was met with a curtness that surprised her. "Good," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Make sure you don't mess things up."
"And what about your plans for tonight?" he asked, trying to keep the hope from her voice.
chandrani's response was curt. "Just a dinner with some colleagues," she said, her tone giving away nothing.
Ashok's voice was tight. "Remember, Chandrani, this is serious. you can't afford any mistakes."
Chandrani nodded solemnly, her mind already racing with the events of the night before. "I know," she said, trying to keep the tremor from her voice. "Everything is under control."
Ashok wad happy and calm . "Good," he said finally, his tone a mix of relief and warning. "Keep me updated."
The call ended, and Chandrani let out a slow breath, her hand shaking slightly as she set the phone aside. She knew she had to keep her emotions in check, especially around Rehan. He was too young to understand the games she played.
Moving to the bedroom, she took out her luggage and began searching for the perfect outfit. She had brought a few options, but tonight called for something special. Her eyes fell on an asymmetrical short gown, the fabric shimmering in the soft light. It was risky, but it was exactly what she needed to keep Deb on his toes.
The party was in full swing, the sound of laughter and music filling the room. She spotted Deb across the crowded space, his eyes immediately finding hers. He was surrounded by a group of influential people, but she could see the hunger in his gaze as he took in the sight of her. The thrill of the chase was back, and she reveled in it.
Chandrani wore an asymmetrical short gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline was low, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage to be tantalizing without being overtly vulgar. The fabric shimmered in the soft light, casting an ethereal glow on her olive skin. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and she had chosen to wear it loose, a stark contrast to the severe buns and ponytails she usually sported. She knew she looked stunning, and the way Deb's eyes devoured her only confirmed it.
As she made her way through the crowd, her heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the other guests on her, some curious, some envious. The tension between her and Deb was palpable, a silent conversation that spoke of desire and power. When she reached him, he broke away from his group without a word, taking her hand and leading her to a quieter corner of the room.
The table was exquisitely set, the crystal chandeliers above casting a warm, seductive glow. Rehan, too innocent for all this, was immediately engrossed in his phone, playing games that Chandrani didn't understand. She took a seat across from Deb, their legs brushing against each other beneath the table. The contact sent a jolt through her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping.
Deb looked at her with a knowing smirk. "So," he began, his voice low and velvety, "thanks a lot for coming..what you will have tonight?"
Chandrani felt the heat rise to her cheeks, aware of the double entendre. She played along, her voice a soft purr. "Whatever you recommend, Mr. Debansh."
The waiter arrived, and Deb ordered a bottle of their finest wine, his gaze never leaving hers. The conversation flowed easily, a delicate dance of innuendo and wit that had Chandrani's stomach fluttering. Despite the tension, she couldn't help but be charmed by his suave mannerisms, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at her jokes.
When the wine was served, they clinked glasses, the sound echoing in the intimate space. "To the successful deal," Deb murmured, his eyes holding hers.
Chandrani took a deep breath, her heart racing. "And to your unwavering support," she added, her voice low and sultry. The sweet, fruity aroma of the wine filled her nostrils as she took a sip, the liquid sliding down her throat like a warm caress.
Deb leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's been a pleasure having you by my side, Chandrani," he said, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to resonate through her very bones. "You've been a... formidable ally."
The way he said "ally" had her pulse spiking. It was loaded with meaning, hinting at the unspoken agreement they had made the night before. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. This was uncharted territory for her, a dance of seduction and power that she had never quite mastered. But she knew she had to keep up the façade, to keep the upper hand in this delicate game.
"The seafood was indeed amazing," she said, her eyes flicking down to the half-empty platter between them. The shrimp had been cooked to perfection, succulent and spicy, the taste lingering on her tongue. The crab legs lay discarded, their shells cracked open, the sweet flesh devoured by eager forks. The lobster was a work of art, its red shell gleaming in the candlelight, the meat tender and delicate. It was a feast that had left them all satisfied, the rich flavors of the ocean melding with the crisp white wine.
Deb's gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving hers as he took a sip of his drink. He set the glass down with a deliberate click, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint clinking of ice. "I am thinking something else," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "I wonder if rehan's mommy finally decided to give deb uncle a treat for his eye
Rehan was engrossed in his game, the sounds of explosions and digital cheers echoing from his phone. Chandrani felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart racing. "What do you mean?" she asked, playing coy.
Deb leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "I was just curious if my guess is true," he said, his eyes flicking down to her lap. "i can bet that you are wearing a thong now..just like in morning..."
Rehan was too absorbed in his game to pay attention to the grown-ups' conversation, which allowed Chandrani to indulge in the thrill of the moment. She took a sip of her wine, her hand trembling slightly. "Some things are better left to the imagination," she said, her voice a silky purr. She took a deep breath, allowing her ample chest to rise and fall dramatically, drawing Deb's gaze even as she feigned innocence.
Deb chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, the art of the tease," he murmured. "But I'm not one for mystery, Chandrani. I prefer my... pleasures laid out before me, ready to be enjoyed." His voice was like a caress, making her want to lean into him, to feel his warmth against her skin.
The tension grew thicker than the curry that sat untouched on their plates. Chandrani could feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes. Her own desire was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress.
"something is to be discovered...or else where the fun is...?" chandrani said while sippingthe wine without looking at deb.
Deb watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a bite of his food, the taste suddenly forgotten as he pondered her words. He knew what she was referring to, and the thought of her thong under the table was driving him wild. He took a deep breath, willing himself to remain composed. "Indeed," he said, his voice husky. "But sometimes, the best discoveries are the ones that unfold gradually, like a petal revealing its true beauty."
With a mischievous smirk, he reached down to adjust his napkin, his hand brushing against his own thigh. In a swift, deliberate motion, he let his towel drop to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, his eyes never leaving hers.
Chandrani took the bait, spreading her legs ever so slightly. The fabric of her gown slid aside, and she felt a rush of cool air against her bare skin. She had gone commando, a daring choice for the evening that she had hoped would pay off. The anticipation was exhilarating, and she felt a thrill as she watched Deb's gaze drop to the juncture of her thighs.
SUMMARY^1: Chandrani teases Deb with the promise of discovery, sipping her wine without breaking eye contact. Their conversation is laden with sexual undertones as Deb hints at her thong. Chandrani raises the stakes by subtly exposing herself, and Deb responds by dropping his towel, his eyes revealing his desire. The atmosphere is charged, and both are aware of their silent exchange of power and attraction.
Deb's eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed slightly as he took in the sight before him. A neatly trimmed V of dark hair framed the plump folds of her pussy, her choclate pussy lips swollen and inviting. His mouth went dry, and his cock stirred in his pants. He had to fight the urge to lean across the table and bury his face between her thighs.
"Sir?" The waiter's voice was like a splash of cold water, breaking the spell that had held them both. Deb's eyes snapped up to meet Chandrani's, her own eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she hurriedly close her opened thighs. She had never been so brazenly exposed in public before, and the thrill was intoxicating.
"Ah, yes," Deb croaked, clearing his throat and straightening in his chair. He took the offered handkerchief, trying to ignore the bulge in his trousers. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Chandrani's. She could see the hunger in them, the unbridled desire that matched the throbbing in her own core.
The waiter nodded and retreated, and the moment was lost in the cacophony of the party. The music washed over them, the laughter and clinking of glasses a stark contrast to the intimate scene that had just unfolded. Chandrani felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might happen next. Was she really going to go through with this? Was it worth it?
Meanwhile, Rehan was feeling very sleepy. The excitement of the day and the late hour had caught up with him, and his eyes were drooping heavily. Deb noticed his discomfort and, with surprising gentleness, offered to carry him from the dinner table to their room. Chandrani's heart swelled with a strange mix of love and pride as she watched deb interact with their son. It was a side of him she first saw, and it was endearing.
As they walked through the corridor, the soft carpet muffling their footsteps, Chandrani couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The way people were looking at them, whispering, it was clear that they were being recognized as a power couple. She had always craved this kind of validation, this sense of belonging in the upper echelons of society. With each step, her confidence grew, the fabric of her dress clinging to her curves, the sway of her hips a silent declaration of her power.
Deb's arms were strong and warm as they cradled Rehan's sleeping form, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath. Chandrani's eyes traced the lines of his abs, her mind wandering back to the brief glimpse she had caught earlier. The memory made her skin tingle, and she found herself taking a deeper breath, her eyes lingering just a little too long.
SUMMARY^1: Rehan's fatigue provides an opportunity for Deb to show his gentle side, offering to carry him to their room. This sight fills Chandrani with unexpected affection. As they navigate the hotel's corridor, she revels in the whispers of their newfound power, feeling validated and confident. The intimate setting and Deb's bare chest stir further desire within her, as she recalls the earlier glimpse of his body and feels the chemistry between them growing stronger.
Once Rehan was tucked into bed, Deb turned to Chandrani with a mischievous grin. "Alone at last," he murmured, his eyes twinkling in the dim light. He took her hand and led her back out of the room, the click of the door echoing down the hallway. The suit was quiet, the party's noise a distant murmur through the thick walls.
Deb settled on the plush couch, pulling her onto his lap with a gentle firmness that made her heart race. She could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of her dress, his thighs warm and solid beneath her. He leaned back, his arms wrapping around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "Let's capture this moment, shall we?"
Chandrani's breath caught in her throat as she nodded, the thrill of the situation making her head swim. Deb pulled out his phone, the screen glowing in the dim light of the suite. He positioned her in his arms, her head tilted back against his shoulder, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She felt like a queen, nestled in the embrace of a powerful man who could give her everything she desired. As he took the selfie, his cheek pressed against hers, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something more than just political ambition.
SUMMARY^1: After putting Rehan to bed, Deb leads Chandrani back to the suite's living area, hinting at their newfound privacy. They sit on the couch, with Deb's arms around her waist, his thighs supporting her. He suggests capturing the moment with a selfie, which she agrees to nervously. The intimacy and power dynamics between them are palpable as they pose together, hinting at deeper feelings beyond their political alliance.
The phone clicked, capturing the moment forever. He leaned back, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held her close. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in her ear. He set the phone aside and leaned in, his breath hot and sweet against her neck. "you are looking really beautiful...tonight..i would never knew bong womens are so beautiful as there age progresses"
Her cheeks flushed with both pleasure and a hint of embarrassment at the compliment. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Just as she was about to pull away, her phone, nestled in the folds of the couch, began to vibrate insistently. It was Ashok. Chandrani's stomach twisted into knots at the thought of her husband's voice breaking through the spell that Deb had cast over her. She made a move to grab it, but before she could, Deb's hand was there, plucking the device from the cushion.
"Don't," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "We need to focus on what's important right now."
Chandrani's eyes searched Deb's, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. The phone continued to buzz in his hand, but for a moment, they ignored it. With a sudden surge of desire, Deb crushed his lips against hers, and she melted into the kiss, the heat of his mouth setting her body alight. His hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, the fabric of their clothes a frustrating barrier to the skin-on-skin contact they both craved.
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