Misc. Erotica The Mechanic's Trap- By Novelist Casanova

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Climax:

When I somehow came to know that Sudha was leaving for Dubai today, through two people talking to each other, I decided to go to his house and meet him.
I quickly went to the shower and came back.  As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow that danced on the folds of my yellow chiffon saree.
Its delicate fabric whispered as I moved—light, flowing, and kissed with a warmth that mirrored the flutter inside me.
The saree clung just so, revealing the gentle curve of my waist and the sway of my hips beneath the sheer, sunlit layers.
Beneath it, I wore a matching sleeveless blouse that hugged my skin like a lover’s caress—soft, smooth, and daring in its simplicity.
The black petticoat beneath added a bold contrast, teasing the eye with its dark mystery.
And beneath all, my white bra cradled my breasts perfectly, while the navy blue Panties, hidden yet present, made me feel daring and alive.
I caught my reflection, tracing the delicate threadwork near the pallu, feeling the subtle heat rise inside me.
Every breath, every movement was a silent promise—a secret just for Muthu.
Today, I wouldn’t wait for him to say goodbye.
I would go to him, wrapped in sunlight and longing, to surprise him with all that I was—bold, sensual, and unapologetically his.
As I stepped out of my home, the yellow chiffon saree flowing gracefully with each movement. The soft fabric caught the morning breeze, brushing lightly against my skin, sending a delicious shiver of anticipation down my spine. My matching sleeveless blouse revealed my toned arms and shoulders, glowing under the gentle sunlight. The contrasting black petticoat swayed with my steps, while the white bra beneath offered subtle support, the navy blue Panties hidden but adding a secret thrill that only I knew.
My heart raced as I imagined Muthu's surprise when she appeared at his doorstep, bold and radiant in my delicate yet daring attire. Every detail, from the golden threadwork near the pallu to the soft dbang of the saree, was chosen to captivate and convey my longing — a silent invitation to hold me close before he left forever.
With a deep breath to steady myself, I smiled softly, my eyes shimmering with hope and desire. I was ready to face whatever came next, wrapped in sunlight and secrets, determined to seize this final moment with Muthu.
“The Moment He Saw Me”
The door opened before I could even knock.
There he was—Muthu—leaning casually against the frame, but the moment his eyes landed on me, something shifted.
His breath caught, a flicker of surprise and something deeper flashing through his gaze.
I felt the heat radiate between us like an electric current.
“Sudha...” His voice was low, rough with emotion and sudden desire.
“You look… incredible.”
I smiled, feeling a rush of boldness.
The yellow chiffon clung to my curves, the golden threadwork shimmering softly in the light, and I could see the way his eyes traced every inch of me—from my sleeveless blouse to the sway of my saree around my hips.
He stepped forward, unable to hide the hunger in his gaze.
“Too beautiful to leave,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
In that instant, the world narrowed to just us—two hearts aching and aflame, with time slipping away too fast.
“The Dance of Desire”
Muthu’s eyes roamed over me like a man rediscovering a treasured secret—slow, deliberate, hungry.
I caught the way his gaze lingered on the curve of my neck, the delicate line of my collarbone, and then slipped lower to the gentle swell of my waist beneath the sheer chiffon.
A slow smile curved my lips.
“Enjoying the view?” I whispered, letting my fingers trace the golden threadwork near my shoulder, drawing attention to the subtle shimmer.
He swallowed hard, his breath hitching.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, stepping closer, heat radiating from his body.
I swayed gently, letting the saree slip just a fraction—barely enough to tease but enough to send a spark of electricity through the air.
“Then why don’t you come closer and see better?” I teased softly, voice low and sultry.
His eyes darkened, desire flaring bright.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of my blouse, his touch feather-light yet igniting fire beneath my skin.
“Sudha…” he breathed, voice thick with need.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
I laughed softly, leaning into his touch, savoring the tension that pulled us closer, a dance of want and promise swirling between us.
“The Pull of Desire”
Muthu’s eyes burned into me, fierce and hungry, but I saw the battle behind them — a man trying hard to hold himself back.
His jaw clenched, hands twitching like he wanted to close the distance but stopped himself.
The raw restraint only made my pulse race faster.
I stepped closer, the sheer chiffon brushing against his chest, my breath warm against his ear.
“Trying to resist me?” I whispered, my voice dripping with invitation.
“You don’t have to.”
He swallowed hard, the heat in his eyes becoming almost unbearable.
“I... I’m trying,” he said, voice rough.
I pressed my body just a little closer, fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm.
“But you’re failing.”
A slow, teasing smile played on my lips.
“If you want me, all you have to do is say it.”
His breath hitched. His hands twitched again, longing unmasked now.
The tension between us tightened — delicious, electric, impossible to ignore.