Ananya stood frozen for a moment after Varun rushed out, her naked body still warm from the shower, heart pounding with mild panic. He left so fast... now Ramesh bhaiya will come again. For my ass this time. The thought sent a forbidden shiver through her—guilt mixed with that confusing heat.
No, I have to protect my modesty. I'm a good wife. She hurried to the wardrobe, rejecting the thin towel from before. Towel slips too easily.
Something better... the apron! She pulled out her kitchen apron—a frilly, light-pink one with thin straps that tied at the neck and back. It covered her front from chest to mid-thigh, but the sides were open, and the back was completely bare. She slipped it on, tying it snugly. Looking in the mirror, she blushed deeply. Oh god... this makes me look even sexier. The apron hugs my curves, my side boobs are peeking out, and my entire back and ass are exposed. To save at least some modesty, she quickly pulled on a simple cotton panty—white, snug, covering her pussy and most of her ass. There. Front covered by apron, pussy protected by panty. Just medical help, nothing more.
A knock came soon after—Ramesh, prompt as always. Ananya took a deep breath, feeling shy yet determined, and opened the door slightly.
Ananya (voice soft, nervous): "Come in, bhaiya. Thank you for coming so quickly."
Ramesh stepped inside, tube in hand, but froze the moment he saw her. The apron accentuated her fair, perfect figure—breasts pushing against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined, bare back and long legs on full display. His eyes widened involuntarily; an instant boner strained against his uniform pants. Madam looks like... like a sexy dream. How can someone be this beautiful? He quickly lowered his gaze, face flushing, feeling guilty for his reaction but unable to stop the arousal.
Ramesh (stammering politely): "Madam... sir said it's urgent. The cream—where should I...?"
Ananya (blushing, gesturing toward the bedroom, trying to sound casual): "In the room, bhaiya. Same as yesterday—on my back. Please."
She led him to the bedroom, her bare ass cheeks peeking slightly below the apron strings as she walked. Ramesh followed, eyes darting despite himself, boner throbbing uncomfortably. In the room, she lay on her tummy on the bed, apron front covering her breasts and front, panty covering her lower half. Her entire smooth back was exposed, down to the panty waistband.
Ananya (softly, face buried in pillow): "Start from the top, bhaiya. Like before."
Ramesh sat carefully on the bed edge, squeezing cream onto his palms. His hands trembled as he began—rough fingers gliding gently over her upper back, spreading the cool cream. Ananya sighed softly; his touch felt even more electric today. So strong... warm. Why does this make my body heat up like this?
He worked downward methodically, reaching her lower back. He was almost finished when Ananya, remembering Varun's warning about "permanent scars," spoke hesitantly.
Ananya (voice shy, muffled): "Bhaiya... please pull the panty down just a little. The upper cheeks need cream too—or it might scar."
Ramesh's hands paused, surprised. Pull her panty? Madam is asking me to...? His boner hardened further, heart racing, but he kept his voice steady.
Ramesh (hesitant but obedient): "Ji, madam... as you say."
He gently hooked his fingers under the waistband and lowered it a few inches, exposing her upper ass cheeks—plump, fair, perfect. The sight made him throb; he shifted, sitting lightly on her lower legs to hide his erection and steady himself. He began kneading the cream into her upper ass, fingers pressing firmly, massaging in circles. Ananya bit her lip, a soft moan escaping despite herself. His hands on my bare ass... groping, massaging. It feels so good, so erotic. My pussy is getting wet—stop this!
Feeling bolder from her lack of protest—and his own growing arousal—she spoke again.
Ananya (breathier now): "Lower... please lower the panty till halfway, bhaiya. Need to cover more."
Ramesh (voice thick, surprised but complying): "Madam... sure?"
He slid the panty down to mid-ass, now exposing half her plump buttocks—the curve and cleft visible, soft skin glowing. Only the lower part and pussy remained covered. His arousal peaked; fingers kneaded deeper, more sensually, thumbs brushing the exposed cleft.
When she murmured, "Is it done?" he wanted desperately to see and touch more. But he maintained his decent image.
Ramesh (carefully): "No, madam... there are more spots hidden under the panty. But I can apply over it—no need to lower more."
Ananya hesitated, nervous. Over the panty? The cream will stick and ruin it... and not absorb properly. Heat flooded her body at the idea of more exposure.
Ananya (nervously, voice small): "Um... no, bhaiya. It’ll stick to the fabric. Please... lower it properly."
Ramesh's heart pounded. He gently pulled the panty lower—now it barely covered her lower ass and pussy, three-fourths of her sexy, fair ass fully exposed from the top. He noticed the damp wet spot on the remaining fabric. Madam is wet... because of this? His massage turned even more erotic—slow, deep kneads for a full two minutes, fingers gliding over her bare cheeks, thumbs grazing dangerously close to forbidden areas. Ananya's breathing grew heavy, body tingling intensely. This feels too good... his hands all over my ass. I'm soaked. But he's so respectful—only doing what I asked.
Finally, he finished, voice husky.
Ramesh: "Done, madam. Properly applied."
He stood to leave, but Ananya, wanting to thank him and delay her own flustered state, sat up carefully (holding the apron front).
Ananya (smiling shyly): "Wait, bhaiya—have some tea first. You've helped so much."
Ramesh (hesitant, boner still evident): "No, madam... I should go."
Ananya (insisting gently): "Please—just one cup. As thanks."
He relented, sitting on the drawing room sofa. Ananya stood, realising too late—she couldn't pull her panties back up without the cream sticking and smearing. Oh no... they're still lowered. Flustered but trapped, she left them bunched low on her thighs/ass, the apron hiding her front. She turned her back to Ramesh, exposing most of her bare ass (panty only a thin strip now), and started making tea at the kitchen counter.
Ramesh stared openly from the sofa, boner raging at the sight—her perfect white ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved, panty teasingly low. Madam doesn't know how sexy she looks... I shouldn't stare, but...
To get milk from the lower fridge shelf, she bent shyly—legs pressed together, trying desperately to save modesty, but the motion made her ass cheeks part slightly, panty shifting. Ramesh swallowed hard, arousal unbearable.
She brought the tea tray—apron front clinging, side boobs visible in the open sides, half-naked ass swaying as she walked. They sat, sipping and chit-chatting.
Ananya (impressed, more open now): "Bhaiya, you're always so helpful and respectful. Not many people are like that."
Ramesh (eyes darting but polite): "It's my duty, madam. For good people like you and sir."
She felt shy but warmed by his decency, the earlier erotic tension lingering.
Ananya (voice soft, nervous): "Come in, bhaiya. Thank you for coming so quickly."
Ramesh stepped inside, tube in hand, but froze the moment he saw her. The apron accentuated her fair, perfect figure—breasts pushing against the thin fabric, nipples faintly outlined, bare back and long legs on full display. His eyes widened involuntarily; an instant boner strained against his uniform pants. Madam looks like... like a sexy dream. How can someone be this beautiful? He quickly lowered his gaze, face flushing, feeling guilty for his reaction but unable to stop the arousal.
Ramesh (stammering politely): "Madam... sir said it's urgent. The cream—where should I...?"
Ananya (blushing, gesturing toward the bedroom, trying to sound casual): "In the room, bhaiya. Same as yesterday—on my back. Please."
She led him to the bedroom, her bare ass cheeks peeking slightly below the apron strings as she walked. Ramesh followed, eyes darting despite himself, boner throbbing uncomfortably. In the room, she lay on her tummy on the bed, apron front covering her breasts and front, panty covering her lower half. Her entire smooth back was exposed, down to the panty waistband.
Ananya (softly, face buried in pillow): "Start from the top, bhaiya. Like before."
Ramesh sat carefully on the bed edge, squeezing cream onto his palms. His hands trembled as he began—rough fingers gliding gently over her upper back, spreading the cool cream. Ananya sighed softly; his touch felt even more electric today. So strong... warm. Why does this make my body heat up like this?
He worked downward methodically, reaching her lower back. He was almost finished when Ananya, remembering Varun's warning about "permanent scars," spoke hesitantly.
Ananya (voice shy, muffled): "Bhaiya... please pull the panty down just a little. The upper cheeks need cream too—or it might scar."
Ramesh's hands paused, surprised. Pull her panty? Madam is asking me to...? His boner hardened further, heart racing, but he kept his voice steady.
Ramesh (hesitant but obedient): "Ji, madam... as you say."
He gently hooked his fingers under the waistband and lowered it a few inches, exposing her upper ass cheeks—plump, fair, perfect. The sight made him throb; he shifted, sitting lightly on her lower legs to hide his erection and steady himself. He began kneading the cream into her upper ass, fingers pressing firmly, massaging in circles. Ananya bit her lip, a soft moan escaping despite herself. His hands on my bare ass... groping, massaging. It feels so good, so erotic. My pussy is getting wet—stop this!
Feeling bolder from her lack of protest—and his own growing arousal—she spoke again.
Ananya (breathier now): "Lower... please lower the panty till halfway, bhaiya. Need to cover more."
Ramesh (voice thick, surprised but complying): "Madam... sure?"
He slid the panty down to mid-ass, now exposing half her plump buttocks—the curve and cleft visible, soft skin glowing. Only the lower part and pussy remained covered. His arousal peaked; fingers kneaded deeper, more sensually, thumbs brushing the exposed cleft.
When she murmured, "Is it done?" he wanted desperately to see and touch more. But he maintained his decent image.
Ramesh (carefully): "No, madam... there are more spots hidden under the panty. But I can apply over it—no need to lower more."
Ananya hesitated, nervous. Over the panty? The cream will stick and ruin it... and not absorb properly. Heat flooded her body at the idea of more exposure.
Ananya (nervously, voice small): "Um... no, bhaiya. It’ll stick to the fabric. Please... lower it properly."
Ramesh's heart pounded. He gently pulled the panty lower—now it barely covered her lower ass and pussy, three-fourths of her sexy, fair ass fully exposed from the top. He noticed the damp wet spot on the remaining fabric. Madam is wet... because of this? His massage turned even more erotic—slow, deep kneads for a full two minutes, fingers gliding over her bare cheeks, thumbs grazing dangerously close to forbidden areas. Ananya's breathing grew heavy, body tingling intensely. This feels too good... his hands all over my ass. I'm soaked. But he's so respectful—only doing what I asked.
Finally, he finished, voice husky.
Ramesh: "Done, madam. Properly applied."
He stood to leave, but Ananya, wanting to thank him and delay her own flustered state, sat up carefully (holding the apron front).
Ananya (smiling shyly): "Wait, bhaiya—have some tea first. You've helped so much."
Ramesh (hesitant, boner still evident): "No, madam... I should go."
Ananya (insisting gently): "Please—just one cup. As thanks."
He relented, sitting on the drawing room sofa. Ananya stood, realising too late—she couldn't pull her panties back up without the cream sticking and smearing. Oh no... they're still lowered. Flustered but trapped, she left them bunched low on her thighs/ass, the apron hiding her front. She turned her back to Ramesh, exposing most of her bare ass (panty only a thin strip now), and started making tea at the kitchen counter.
Ramesh stared openly from the sofa, boner raging at the sight—her perfect white ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved, panty teasingly low. Madam doesn't know how sexy she looks... I shouldn't stare, but...
To get milk from the lower fridge shelf, she bent shyly—legs pressed together, trying desperately to save modesty, but the motion made her ass cheeks part slightly, panty shifting. Ramesh swallowed hard, arousal unbearable.
She brought the tea tray—apron front clinging, side boobs visible in the open sides, half-naked ass swaying as she walked. They sat, sipping and chit-chatting.
Ananya (impressed, more open now): "Bhaiya, you're always so helpful and respectful. Not many people are like that."
Ramesh (eyes darting but polite): "It's my duty, madam. For good people like you and sir."
She felt shy but warmed by his decency, the earlier erotic tension lingering.
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