13-06-2025, 05:14 PM
Closer Still: Standing Forward Bend
“Okay,” Meghana said next. “Time to test your focus.”
She guided him behind her as they moved into a Standing Forward Fold, back to front. She bent forward at the hips, arms hanging loose, and he stood behind her, mimicking the motion.
Then she reached back, hands searching for his hands.
Their fingers locked behind her thighs. Their bodies aligned—his chest grazing her back, his breath brushing her shoulder blades.
“Hold me here,” she said softly. “Steady.”
He swallowed, hands moving lower to grip just above her hips, careful and slow.
Abhi's hands were tentative at first, but as they made contact with Meghana's hips, he felt a sudden sense of connection. His palms pressed into her, molding to her shape. Her hips flared out from her narrow waist, creating a gentle bulge in each of his hands.
He could feel every detail of her figure against his own—the way her flesh yielded to his pressure, the light tremors that ran through him as he held her.
Abhi's heart began to pound as he grasped Meghana's hips, feeling the warmth of her hip beneath his palms. This was a new sensation for him—a tactile intimacy he'd never experienced before.
His fingers spread wide across her skin, feeling the smooth curves of her body. She was warm and soft beneath his touch.
He tightened his grip slightly, and she responded by pushing her hips back into his hands, unknowingly. It felt as though they were melting together
Meghana's body responded instinctively to the pressure of Abhi's hands. She could feel heat rising from within as he held her.
His touch was gentle yet firm, sending shivers through her body. It felt like he was trying to hold onto her, anchoring himself to the warmth of her skin.
Meghana's mind raced with the realization that this was the first time anyone other than her husband had touched her in a way that made her feel desired. Abhi's hands were like a burning her skin—something she'd been missing for so long, and it felt amazing to finally experience it.
She knew he felt it too;
She arched subtly into him—not retreating, not resisting.
“Good,” she whispered, deepening her breath.
The moment stretched—nothing overt, but heavy with the gravity of two bodies just a breath away from crossing a line.
“Okay,” Meghana said next. “Time to test your focus.”
She guided him behind her as they moved into a Standing Forward Fold, back to front. She bent forward at the hips, arms hanging loose, and he stood behind her, mimicking the motion.
Then she reached back, hands searching for his hands.
Their fingers locked behind her thighs. Their bodies aligned—his chest grazing her back, his breath brushing her shoulder blades.
“Hold me here,” she said softly. “Steady.”
He swallowed, hands moving lower to grip just above her hips, careful and slow.
Abhi's hands were tentative at first, but as they made contact with Meghana's hips, he felt a sudden sense of connection. His palms pressed into her, molding to her shape. Her hips flared out from her narrow waist, creating a gentle bulge in each of his hands.
He could feel every detail of her figure against his own—the way her flesh yielded to his pressure, the light tremors that ran through him as he held her.
Abhi's heart began to pound as he grasped Meghana's hips, feeling the warmth of her hip beneath his palms. This was a new sensation for him—a tactile intimacy he'd never experienced before.
His fingers spread wide across her skin, feeling the smooth curves of her body. She was warm and soft beneath his touch.
He tightened his grip slightly, and she responded by pushing her hips back into his hands, unknowingly. It felt as though they were melting together
Meghana's body responded instinctively to the pressure of Abhi's hands. She could feel heat rising from within as he held her.
His touch was gentle yet firm, sending shivers through her body. It felt like he was trying to hold onto her, anchoring himself to the warmth of her skin.
Meghana's mind raced with the realization that this was the first time anyone other than her husband had touched her in a way that made her feel desired. Abhi's hands were like a burning her skin—something she'd been missing for so long, and it felt amazing to finally experience it.
She knew he felt it too;
She arched subtly into him—not retreating, not resisting.
“Good,” she whispered, deepening her breath.
The moment stretched—nothing overt, but heavy with the gravity of two bodies just a breath away from crossing a line.
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