21-10-2025, 02:42 AM
Scene 24
Jayashree Auntie turned away from the mirror and faced the large wooden almirah. She took my clean clothes—a soft t-shirt and fresh shorts—and placed them on the bed beside me. She then began to inspect the contents of the almirah with a playful curiosity.
Jayashree: "Let's see what is inside this almirah, hmmm... nothing for my size."
She let out a small, disappointed sigh that didn't sound very genuine.
Jayashree: "I need to get my clothes dry so better to take them off."
She began to unwind her saree. The wet patches made the fabric cling slightly, and she pulled it loose with a decisive movement, letting the yards of cloth fall to the floor with a soft thud. She stood there for a brief moment in just her blouse and petticoat, the dampness on her shoulders visible. With quick movements, she unhooked the blouse and shrugged it off, then untied the drawstring of her underskirt. Soon, she was completely naked, standing in the dim light of the bedroom.
Then it was my turn. She moved toward me, where I was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in the towel. She removed the towel and put me on the bed. We were looking at each other. It was our time. My penis was already hard, a swift reaction to the privacy and her naked presence.
Jayashree: "Let's take our time now, we will do it slowly this time."
She said, her voice dropping to a smooth, sensual whisper that sent a thrill through me. She climbed onto the bed, crawling toward me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. The heat radiating off her body was intense. She didn't rush to touch me, letting the anticipation hang heavy in the air, allowing the silent promise between us to build into an unbearable, delicious pressure.
Jayashree Auntie turned away from the mirror and faced the large wooden almirah. She took my clean clothes—a soft t-shirt and fresh shorts—and placed them on the bed beside me. She then began to inspect the contents of the almirah with a playful curiosity.
Jayashree: "Let's see what is inside this almirah, hmmm... nothing for my size."
She let out a small, disappointed sigh that didn't sound very genuine.
Jayashree: "I need to get my clothes dry so better to take them off."
She began to unwind her saree. The wet patches made the fabric cling slightly, and she pulled it loose with a decisive movement, letting the yards of cloth fall to the floor with a soft thud. She stood there for a brief moment in just her blouse and petticoat, the dampness on her shoulders visible. With quick movements, she unhooked the blouse and shrugged it off, then untied the drawstring of her underskirt. Soon, she was completely naked, standing in the dim light of the bedroom.
Then it was my turn. She moved toward me, where I was sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in the towel. She removed the towel and put me on the bed. We were looking at each other. It was our time. My penis was already hard, a swift reaction to the privacy and her naked presence.
Jayashree: "Let's take our time now, we will do it slowly this time."
She said, her voice dropping to a smooth, sensual whisper that sent a thrill through me. She climbed onto the bed, crawling toward me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. The heat radiating off her body was intense. She didn't rush to touch me, letting the anticipation hang heavy in the air, allowing the silent promise between us to build into an unbearable, delicious pressure.
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