Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

The Drive Home – Part 2
 

He moved higher, exploring the area around her navel, free to touch and explore without worry, knowing that Amit couldn’t see anything from his position.
 
The small confines of the back seat of the Mini Cooper only heightened the tension, the proximity of their bodies so close that it felt impossible to pretend the air wasn’t charged between them.
 
Ravi’s touch was sensuous, feather-light, teasing the gentle curves of her midriff. He was careful, measured, knowing how far he could go, but something in him longed to push past those limits.
 
Priya let her hand rest lightly on his, a tiny, secret surrender, an acknowledgment of the silent understanding between them.
 
"Just this… just a touch… she doesn’t know how much I’m craving this closeness… how long I’ve imagined it…"
 
Priya’s fingers curled softly around his hand, letting him explore and linger, each stroke a private conversation between their bodies.
 
She leaned slightly, just enough that her thigh brushed against his leg, a silent invitation, a subtle confirmation of their shared secret.
 
She had never felt this alive, this responsive, but part of her still hesitated, the shadow of Amit’s presence loomed in the front seat, even though she knew he couldn’t see. The tension between them grew, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if this was a step too far.
 
"God… it’s forbidden, but it feels so right… he can’t see… just me and him in this little bubble…"
 
Her hesitation was brief, fleeting, but it was there, a quiet whisper of conscience trying to break through the fog of desire.
 
Priya’s fingers tightened briefly around Ravi’s hand, but it was a conflicted touch, one that pulled back slightly as if she was trying to suppress the flood of feeling inside. She shifted ever so slightly, as if trying to distance herself, but the movement was barely noticeable to Ravi.
 
"What am I doing? Why am I letting this happen? Amit is right there, just a few feet away... but no one can see... Amit can't see me…"
 
The Mini Cooper’s compact back seat made their movements even more intense. Every inch of distance between them was minimized, the contact unavoidable, heightening the intimate tension that seemed to hum through the small car. 

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