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Chapter 20: Wasim & Jamal (Act 5)
Wasim’s eyes widened as Lina collapsed, her body folding to the floor like a fragile doll. He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her wrist to check her pulse. It was steady but faint. He exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “Jamal!” he called out, his voice urgent. The young assistant appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to Lina’s prone form, clad only in the delicate lingerie that clung to her curves.
“Help me get her to the bed,” Wasim instructed, his tone calm but commanding. Jamal nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he moved to lift Lina’s legs while Wasim supported her upper body. The fabric of the lingerie was soft against their skin, and Jamal couldn’t help but notice how perfectly it framed her body, the way it hugged her full breasts and accentuated the curve of her hips.
They laid her gently on the bed, and Wasim dbangd a thin, nearly translucent fabric over her, barely concealing the lingerie beneath. “She fainted,” he said, more to himself than to Jamal. “We need to wake her up.”
Jamal swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on Lina’s peaceful face. “Should we call a doctor?” he asked, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.
“Not yet,” Wasim replied, his gaze fixed on Lina. “Let’s try a few things first.” He reached for a glass of water on the nearby table and dipped his fingers into it, flicking a few droplets onto her face. The water trickled down her cheeks, but she didn’t stir. “Hmm,” Wasim murmured, leaning closer. His fingers brushed against her forehead, smoothing back her hair. “Her skin is warm. Maybe just too much stimulation.”
Jamal shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenched at his sides. “What else can we do?”
Wasim didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips trailing down to Lina’s feet. He began to massage them gently, his touch firm but soothing.
“Sometimes, pressure points can help,” he explained, though his eyes never left Lina’s face. His thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, each movement deliberate.
Jamal watched intently, his breath shallow. “Is it working?”
Wasim frowned slightly. “Not yet.” His hands moved up her calves, the thin fabric shifting as he worked. His fingers kneaded the muscles, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the material. “Bring me a damp cloth,” he instructed without looking up.
Jamal hurried to comply, returning with a cool, wet cloth. Wasim took it and pressed it to Lina’s forehead, then moved it down to her neck, the water trailing along her collarbone. Her breathing seemed to deepen, but her eyes remained closed.
“Maybe something more… direct,” Wasim muttered, his voice low. He glanced at Jamal. “Hold her shoulders.”
Jamal hesitated for a moment before obeying, his hands gripping Lina’s shoulders gently but firmly. Wasim’s fingers moved to her wrists, lifting her arms slightly and letting them drop. He repeated the motion a few times, the movement causing her chest to rise and fall subtly under the fabric.
Still, she didn’t wake.
Wasim’s lips curved into a thoughtful frown. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you hear me?” His hand hovered over her chest, and then, ever so lightly, he brushed his fingers against the curve of her breast. Jamal inhaled sharply but didn’t say anything, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders.
Wasim’s touch became more deliberate, his fingertips tracing the outline of her breast before sliding down to her waist. He lifted the thin fabric slightly, exposing more of her stomach. His other hand joined in, massaging her sides with slow, circular motions.
Lina’s body twitched faintly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Encouraged, Wasim increased the pressure of his touch, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lingerie. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a rhythmic motion.
Jamal’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, his own arousal growing despite his efforts to suppress it. “Should I… do something?” he asked hesitantly.
Wasim glanced at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Yes. Take her legs.”
Jamal obeyed, moving to the foot of the bed and placing his hands on Lina’s ankles. Wasim’s focus returned to her upper body, his hands now boldly exploring every inch of her torso. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered again, “Wake up, Lina.”
His mouth trailed lower, planting soft kisses along her collarbone before moving down to her chest. His tongue flicked against the fabric covering her nipple, and he felt her body tense slightly under his touch. He repeated the motion on the other side, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
Jamal’s hands moved up her legs instinctively, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs. He hesitated, glancing at Wasim for approval. When none came, he continued, his touch tentative but growing bolder as he caressed her legs.
Wasim’s mouth descended further still, his lips grazing her stomach as his hands slipped under the fabric of the lingerie. He felt the warmth of her skin against his palms and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss just below her navel.
Lina’s breathing quickened, and a faint moan escaped her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Wasim’s hands moved lower still, his fingers tracing the line where her thighs met. He glanced up at Jamal and instructed quietly, “Hold her legs apart.”
Jamal’s hands trembled as he spread Lina’s legs slightly, exposing more of her to Wasim’s wandering touch. Wasim’s fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her panties, his touch light but insistent.
“Lina,” he murmured again, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of the panties.
Wasim’s eyes widened as Lina collapsed, her body folding to the floor like a fragile doll. He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her wrist to check her pulse. It was steady but faint. He exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “Jamal!” he called out, his voice urgent. The young assistant appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to Lina’s prone form, clad only in the delicate lingerie that clung to her curves.
“Help me get her to the bed,” Wasim instructed, his tone calm but commanding. Jamal nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he moved to lift Lina’s legs while Wasim supported her upper body. The fabric of the lingerie was soft against their skin, and Jamal couldn’t help but notice how perfectly it framed her body, the way it hugged her full breasts and accentuated the curve of her hips.
They laid her gently on the bed, and Wasim dbangd a thin, nearly translucent fabric over her, barely concealing the lingerie beneath. “She fainted,” he said, more to himself than to Jamal. “We need to wake her up.”
Jamal swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on Lina’s peaceful face. “Should we call a doctor?” he asked, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.
“Not yet,” Wasim replied, his gaze fixed on Lina. “Let’s try a few things first.” He reached for a glass of water on the nearby table and dipped his fingers into it, flicking a few droplets onto her face. The water trickled down her cheeks, but she didn’t stir. “Hmm,” Wasim murmured, leaning closer. His fingers brushed against her forehead, smoothing back her hair. “Her skin is warm. Maybe just too much stimulation.”
Jamal shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenched at his sides. “What else can we do?”
Wasim didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips trailing down to Lina’s feet. He began to massage them gently, his touch firm but soothing.
“Sometimes, pressure points can help,” he explained, though his eyes never left Lina’s face. His thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, each movement deliberate.
Jamal watched intently, his breath shallow. “Is it working?”
Wasim frowned slightly. “Not yet.” His hands moved up her calves, the thin fabric shifting as he worked. His fingers kneaded the muscles, and he could feel the warmth of her skin through the material. “Bring me a damp cloth,” he instructed without looking up.
Jamal hurried to comply, returning with a cool, wet cloth. Wasim took it and pressed it to Lina’s forehead, then moved it down to her neck, the water trailing along her collarbone. Her breathing seemed to deepen, but her eyes remained closed.
“Maybe something more… direct,” Wasim muttered, his voice low. He glanced at Jamal. “Hold her shoulders.”
Jamal hesitated for a moment before obeying, his hands gripping Lina’s shoulders gently but firmly. Wasim’s fingers moved to her wrists, lifting her arms slightly and letting them drop. He repeated the motion a few times, the movement causing her chest to rise and fall subtly under the fabric.
Still, she didn’t wake.
Wasim’s lips curved into a thoughtful frown. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Lina, can you hear me?” His hand hovered over her chest, and then, ever so lightly, he brushed his fingers against the curve of her breast. Jamal inhaled sharply but didn’t say anything, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders.
Wasim’s touch became more deliberate, his fingertips tracing the outline of her breast before sliding down to her waist. He lifted the thin fabric slightly, exposing more of her stomach. His other hand joined in, massaging her sides with slow, circular motions.
Lina’s body twitched faintly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Encouraged, Wasim increased the pressure of his touch, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lingerie. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing against her nipples in a rhythmic motion.
Jamal’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, his own arousal growing despite his efforts to suppress it. “Should I… do something?” he asked hesitantly.
Wasim glanced at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Yes. Take her legs.”
Jamal obeyed, moving to the foot of the bed and placing his hands on Lina’s ankles. Wasim’s focus returned to her upper body, his hands now boldly exploring every inch of her torso. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck as he whispered again, “Wake up, Lina.”
His mouth trailed lower, planting soft kisses along her collarbone before moving down to her chest. His tongue flicked against the fabric covering her nipple, and he felt her body tense slightly under his touch. He repeated the motion on the other side, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
Jamal’s hands moved up her legs instinctively, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs. He hesitated, glancing at Wasim for approval. When none came, he continued, his touch tentative but growing bolder as he caressed her legs.
Wasim’s mouth descended further still, his lips grazing her stomach as his hands slipped under the fabric of the lingerie. He felt the warmth of her skin against his palms and couldn’t resist pressing a kiss just below her navel.
Lina’s breathing quickened, and a faint moan escaped her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Wasim’s hands moved lower still, his fingers tracing the line where her thighs met. He glanced up at Jamal and instructed quietly, “Hold her legs apart.”
Jamal’s hands trembled as he spread Lina’s legs slightly, exposing more of her to Wasim’s wandering touch. Wasim’s fingers brushed against the delicate fabric of her panties, his touch light but insistent.
“Lina,” he murmured again, his voice thick with desire. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of the panties.
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