Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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There was no room for escape, no space for indecision. Ravi let his hand graze the sides of her belly, brushing along the soft curve just below her ribs, the warmth of her skin almost burning him through the fabric of her saree.
 
His touch was free now, no longer restrained, no longer hiding behind the façade of accidental brushes.
 
He was giving in to the sensations, savoring each minute shift in her body beneath his hand. His fingers danced lightly, tracing the contours of her abdomen, teasing the soft skin just below her navel.
 
"Every shift of her body, every tiny shiver under my fingers… it’s like electricity… her warmth, her scent, her heartbeat… all for me, hidden…"
 
But Priya couldn’t fully give in, not yet. Her breath was quiet, her chest rising and falling in subtle movements, each inhale a soft sound that went unnoticed by Amit in the front seat.
 
She pressed slightly closer under the guise of adjusting herself, but there was a trace of hesitation in the way her fingers slid to rest on his wrist. Her touch was guiding, but it also held an almost imperceptible resistance, as if she were giving herself one last chance to pull back.
 
"I shouldn’t enjoy this… but I can’t help it… his hand is on me, just here, just below where anyone could see… just ours…"
 
The conflict within her deepened. She knew Amit couldn’t see, but the awareness that her body was betraying her caution was almost overwhelming. What if this goes too far? What if I can’t stop?
 
Ravi’s fingers traced along the soft outlines of her belly once more, gliding over the gentle curve of her navel before he paused, letting the heat of her skin settle beneath his palm.
 
He felt the tension there, the small tremors that ran through her body, and he couldn’t help but linger, slowly, purposefully, letting the weight of the moment sink in.
 
Every small motion, every delicate brush of his fingers, was intensified by the confined space of the Mini Cooper, and the knowledge that Amit was completely unaware in the front seat.
 
Ravi’s fingers lingered, tracing the soft curve of Priya’s abdomen, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. The movement was slow, purposeful, like a silent dance that only the two of them understood. 

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