Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

Between Longing and Fear



Neetu rose slowly, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if every step was part of a carefully constructed dance. She stepped closer to Sirisha, her bare feet barely whispering against the floor, as if the very air between them thickened, charged with an electric anticipation. Her presence alone seemed to press against Sirisha, a heat that radiated from her body, filling every inch of space between them.
 
“Stand up, beta,” Neetu murmured, her voice low, a soft command that stirred something deep inside Sirisha. Her fingers brushed Sirisha’s arm gently, coaxing her up. Sirisha obeyed, her knees shaky, her breath shallow, her heart thudding against her ribs in nervous anticipation. Fear and desire twisted together, a tight knot she couldn’t untangle.
 
She stood before Neetu, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Her hands hovered at her sides, twitching as though they longed to cover herself, but they didn’t dare.
 
Neetu smiled tenderly, her gaze a mixture of warmth and something far darker, something hungry. She tilted her head, the expression both comforting and commanding.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re beautiful. Let me show you.”
 
Her fingers slid down Sirisha’s sides, so light it was almost as if she wasn’t touching her at all. The feather-soft contact sent shivers through Sirisha, until Neetu reached the waistband of her panties. Neetu hooked her thumbs beneath the fabric, her gaze never leaving Sirisha’s wide, glistening eyes.
 
Sirisha trembled, the weight of the moment crashing down on her. She’s… she’s going to take them off. I’ll be bare. In front of both of them. No hiding anymore. Her skin prickled with a nervous heat, but beneath that, deeper still, was the molten pulse of longing, an ache she couldn’t ignore.
 
Neetu lowered herself gracefully, kneeling before her. The sight alone was enough to make Sirisha’s head spin. Neetu Bhabhi, elegant and commanding, now crouched at her feet, eyes level with the very last barrier Sirisha wore. Her pulse roared in her ears, a dizzying rush of fear and anticipation.
 
From where he sat, Ravi’s breath caught. The image before him was nearly unbearable: Neetu kneeling in front of Sirisha, her fingers poised to undress the younger girl, her lips dangerously close to the hem of her panties. It’s too much. Too much. And yet I can’t look away. His stomach twisted with a deep, aching intensity, his pulse hammering, his mind on fire with forbidden excitement.

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