06-12-2025, 07:50 PM
The Drive Home – Part 3
His fingers moved higher, just slightly, to the soft curve of her ribcage. He was close enough now that the fabric of her saree barely covered the delicate skin beneath, and every inch felt like an unspoken invitation.
The sweet spot, just beneath her ribs, was perfect, almost as if it had been waiting for him to touch it.
His fingers gently traced the line there, barely grazing her flesh, careful but intense. Every time his touch brushed across her skin, Priya felt it ripple through her, a warmth flooding her chest, her breath coming quicker, but still controlled, still holding on to a thread of restraint.
"She’s letting me move higher… so close to her breasts… her breath, her skin, so warm… how can she be so calm when every part of her body is alive with this moment?"
Priya’s eyes fluttered closed more tightly, her lips parting slightly as if she were trying to hold back the rising heat. Her head fell back against the seat with a slow, deliberate motion, as though her body could no longer contain the tension.
But inside her, a quiet war was waging, she wanted this, wanted him, but Amit was just a few feet away, oblivious. The conflict made her heart race, but her body betrayed her, leaning into the moment.
"Amit is here, he is driving, we three are in the same car, how can Ravi is doing all this? I can’t look at him. It’s too much... but I can’t stop feeling it. The way he touches me, it’s like he knows exactly how to make me feel… how to make me lose control…”
Ravi’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration. They lingered there, like thinking can he go up a little bit to touch the… He didn’t had that courage, not yet. He moved his hand a bit lower and lightly circling her navel again before sliding to the side of her belly.
He want to touch her breasts… Just a little… Even on her blouse… But he knows it is not that easy… If she gets angry and pulls back, he will lose everything.
His fingers moved higher, just slightly, to the soft curve of her ribcage. He was close enough now that the fabric of her saree barely covered the delicate skin beneath, and every inch felt like an unspoken invitation.
The sweet spot, just beneath her ribs, was perfect, almost as if it had been waiting for him to touch it.
His fingers gently traced the line there, barely grazing her flesh, careful but intense. Every time his touch brushed across her skin, Priya felt it ripple through her, a warmth flooding her chest, her breath coming quicker, but still controlled, still holding on to a thread of restraint.
"She’s letting me move higher… so close to her breasts… her breath, her skin, so warm… how can she be so calm when every part of her body is alive with this moment?"
Priya’s eyes fluttered closed more tightly, her lips parting slightly as if she were trying to hold back the rising heat. Her head fell back against the seat with a slow, deliberate motion, as though her body could no longer contain the tension.
But inside her, a quiet war was waging, she wanted this, wanted him, but Amit was just a few feet away, oblivious. The conflict made her heart race, but her body betrayed her, leaning into the moment.
"Amit is here, he is driving, we three are in the same car, how can Ravi is doing all this? I can’t look at him. It’s too much... but I can’t stop feeling it. The way he touches me, it’s like he knows exactly how to make me feel… how to make me lose control…”
Ravi’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate exploration. They lingered there, like thinking can he go up a little bit to touch the… He didn’t had that courage, not yet. He moved his hand a bit lower and lightly circling her navel again before sliding to the side of her belly.
He want to touch her breasts… Just a little… Even on her blouse… But he knows it is not that easy… If she gets angry and pulls back, he will lose everything.
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