Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Sirisha’s Bra: The Removal
 

The air felt heavier, denser, as though the walls themselves leaned in to watch.
 
Neetu’s hand finally closed the distance, her fingertips brushing the smooth skin of Sirisha’s shoulder.
 
The touch was featherlight, barely there, but it sent an immediate shiver through Sirisha’s body. Her breath stuttered, lips parting in a soft gasp she couldn’t control.
 
She’s touching me… she’s really going to…
 
Neetu’s lips curved in a knowing smile, catching the flicker of panic and desire in the younger woman’s eyes. Her voice was velvet when she murmured, “Relax, beta. Trust me.”
 
Ravi’s throat went dry. The sight before him, Sirisha trembling, caught between fear and surrender, Neetu steady and commanding, struck him like a blow to the chest.
 
His heart thudded painfully, torn between awe and a burning hunger that felt almost unbearable.
My God… Sirisha… she’s letting this happen.
 
Neetu let her fingers slide along the thin strap of Sirisha’s bra, tracing it from the curve of her shoulder down to where it nestled against the top of her breast.
 
She lingered there, her thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles. Sirisha’s skin tingled under the touch, her body screaming with anticipation.
 
I should stop this… I should cover myself… But she didn’t move. Instead, she tilted slightly forward, unconsciously leaning into Neetu’s warmth, her pulse a wild flutter beneath her skin.
 
“Beautiful,” Neetu whispered, almost reverent.
 
With a careful motion, she slipped the strap lower, watching as it slid down Sirisha’s arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Sirisha’s breath caught again, her fingers clutching the edge of the couch as if to steady herself.
 
She wanted to hide, but the sensation was intoxicating, each inch of exposed skin feeding the fire inside her.
 
Ravi inhaled sharply, his hands curling into fists on his knees. The strap’s slow descent was almost too much to watch, too much to bear. His chest swelled with pride and aching desire all at once. She’s so vulnerable… and yet so strong to let this happen in front of me.
 
Neetu’s eyes never left Sirisha’s face. She wanted her to feel every second, every flicker of sensation, to drown in the awareness of being seen, admired, cherished.
 
The second strap slid free with the same care, her fingers brushing against Sirisha’s collarbone as it fell.
 
Now only the clasp held the last shield of modesty in place.

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