Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Neetu’s First Touch

 
Neetu leaned closer, her fingers brushing against the soft strap that still clung stubbornly to Sirisha’s shoulder. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, as though every second was meant to be savored.
 
For Sirisha, the moment was overwhelming. Her bra had come away, leaving her breasts bare for the first time in front of another woman, and in front of Ravi Bhayya. Her skin prickled with awareness, goosebumps rippling in waves across her body. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each inhalation pulling the warm air tight into her lungs.
 
Ravi’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He tried to steady his breathing, but the sight of Neetu Bhabhi’s hand lingering so close to Sirisha’s bare skin sent a sharp ache through him. He had always known Neetu as Vamsi’s wife, the elegant, composed woman who carried herself with grace at family dinners and neighborhood gatherings. And Sirisha… Sirisha had always been the shy, gentle one, someone he felt protective of, someone who called him Bhayya with such innocent warmth. Yet here they were, standing at the edge of something so intimate, so forbidden, that his very heartbeat felt heavy in his chest.
 
Neetu let her palm hover for a moment before she allowed her fingers to trace the outer curve of Sirisha’s breast. The touch was light, like a whisper across the skin, but it set off a storm inside Sirisha. Her nipples hardened instantly, betraying her, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.
 
A gasp slipped from Sirisha’s lips. She bit it back, embarrassed, but Neetu smiled, a knowing, sultry smile that told her this was exactly how it was supposed to feel.
 
"Soft… so soft," Neetu thought, marveling at the warmth beneath her fingertips. She had touched her own body countless times, but this, touching another woman, guiding her, teaching her, felt intoxicatingly powerful. She glanced sideways at Ravi, catching the flicker of awe in his eyes, and something inside her swelled with confidence.
 
Sirisha’s thoughts, by contrast, were scattered. “She’s touching me… Neetu Bhabhi is touching me… how can it feel this good? Why do I not want it to stop? And Bhayya is watching… he’s watching me…” A rush of heat spread from her chest down to her stomach, curling low and heavy, making her thighs press together instinctively.
 
Neetu’s thumb swept slowly over Sirisha’s nipple. It was tender, achingly responsive, and the moment her skin made contact, Sirisha’s body jolted with sensation. Her lips parted, her breath escaping in a trembling sigh she couldn’t suppress.

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