25-07-2025, 04:44 PM
The Tempting View
As the last traces of their meal lingered in the air,
Neetu stood to clear the table, her every move still mesmerizing,
Though she didn’t let on that she knew the effect she was having on Ravi.
Her body was fluid, unhurried, as she reached for the plates with elegance and ease,
Her saree shifting with the graceful sway of her hips.
But as she bent slightly to pick up the plates, the fabric of her pallu shifted
Slipping off her shoulder without warning, trailing down her chest and around her waist.
Exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the smooth expanse of her breasts
Where the low neckline of her blouse revealed just enough of her skin to make Ravi’s pulse quicken.
She didn’t immediately adjust it, though.
She simply stood there, her posture relaxed, as if waiting.
The tension between them thickened instantly, and Ravi’s breath hitched.
His eyes, despite his best efforts to focus elsewhere,
Locked onto the exposed curve of her breast and the cleavage in between her soft, full, breasts,
Just above the plunging neckline of her blouse.
The fabric was thin, enough to show the soft swell of her chest beneath,
And he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, a tug of desire pooling deep inside him.
Neetu caught his gaze with a slow, teasing smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and knowing.
“Ravi...” she purred, her voice almost a challenge. “Do you like what you see?”
- o -
As the last traces of their meal lingered in the air,
Neetu stood to clear the table, her every move still mesmerizing,
Though she didn’t let on that she knew the effect she was having on Ravi.
Her body was fluid, unhurried, as she reached for the plates with elegance and ease,
Her saree shifting with the graceful sway of her hips.
But as she bent slightly to pick up the plates, the fabric of her pallu shifted
Slipping off her shoulder without warning, trailing down her chest and around her waist.
Exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone and the smooth expanse of her breasts
Where the low neckline of her blouse revealed just enough of her skin to make Ravi’s pulse quicken.
She didn’t immediately adjust it, though.
She simply stood there, her posture relaxed, as if waiting.
The tension between them thickened instantly, and Ravi’s breath hitched.
His eyes, despite his best efforts to focus elsewhere,
Locked onto the exposed curve of her breast and the cleavage in between her soft, full, breasts,
Just above the plunging neckline of her blouse.
The fabric was thin, enough to show the soft swell of her chest beneath,
And he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, a tug of desire pooling deep inside him.
Neetu caught his gaze with a slow, teasing smile, her eyes glinting with a mixture of mischief and knowing.
“Ravi...” she purred, her voice almost a challenge. “Do you like what you see?”
- o -
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