Finally, the tea was finished. Ramesh placed his empty cup on the tray, looking a little uncomfortable but grateful.
Ramesh (politely, standing up first): "Thank you so much for the tea, madam. It was very nice. I should go now—duty is waiting downstairs."
Ananya (smiling shyly, feeling a strange mix of warmth and lingering arousal from the earlier massage): "No problem at all, bhaiya. You helped me so much today; the least I could do was offer tea. I'm really impressed—you're always so respectful and decent."
Ramesh (blushing slightly, eyes briefly flicking to her bare shoulders and the visible curves of her side boobs through the open sides of the apron): "It's nothing, madam. You're like family to all of us in the building. Sir and you are good people."
Ananya's heart fluttered at his words. He's so genuine... even after touching my bare ass, he stayed respectful. No wrong moves, just helping. The thought made her feel safe, yet the memory of his rough hands kneading her skin sent another warm pulse between her legs. She stood up carefully, holding the apron front securely with one hand while balancing the tea tray in the other. Her lowered panties—still bunched uncomfortably low from the massage—clung loosely to her thighs, the creamy fabric sticky against her skin.
Ananya (gesturing toward the door): "Let me see you out, bhaiya. It's only proper."
Ramesh nodded and started walking toward the main door. Ananya followed a step behind, her bare feet soft on the floor, the apron swaying with each step. From behind, Ramesh could see her fully exposed ass cheeks—plump, fair, and perfect—jiggling ever so slightly as she moved, the white panty reduced to a thin, useless strip barely covering the very bottom curve and her pussy. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes forward, but the sight was intoxicating. Madam has no idea how erotic she looks right now... I should not stare, but...
As they reached the door, Ananya shifted the tray to one hand to reach for the knob. The small movement was enough—the already loosened panties, disturbed by all the earlier lowering and her walking, suddenly lost their precarious grip. They slid smoothly down her smooth thighs, past her knees, and pooled silently at her feet in a soft cotton heap.
Ananya felt the cool air rush fully against her now completely naked ass and pussy lips from behind. Her eyes widened in shock; a deep flush exploded across her cheeks and chest. Oh god, no! My panty... it's down! He can see everything—my full bare ass, the curve... everything! She froze, mortified, one hand clutching the apron front desperately to keep her pussy hidden from the front view, the other still holding the tray. Her heart hammered wildly—embarrassment flooding her, yet mixed with that inexplicable rush of heat that made her nipples harden against the apron fabric and her exposed skin tingle.
Ananya (voice high-pitched, flustered, stammering): "B-bhaiya... wait, my... oh no!"
Ramesh, already halfway turning to say goodbye, caught the full, unobstructed view—her perfect, fair ass cheeks completely bare, round and creamy, the faint redness from his earlier kneading still visible, the intimate shadow between them teasingly exposed. His face turned crimson; arousal surged so strongly that he felt dizzy.
Ramesh (averting his eyes instantly, voice shaky and hurried): "Madam! I... I didn't see anything! Sorry—I'll go now!"
He fumbled with the door, opened it quickly, and practically bolted out, closing it behind him with a soft click. Ananya stood there alone, panting, the fallen panty at her ankles, tray trembling in her hand. She stepped out of the fabric puddle carefully, her bare ass and pussy now fully exposed to the empty room. Embarrassment burned through her, but beneath it, that confusing thrill pulsed stronger than ever—He saw everything... my completely naked ass. And I... I'm so wet again. What's happening to me?
She locked the door with shaky fingers, leaned against it, and closed her eyes, body still buzzing from the accidental full exposure.
Ramesh (politely, standing up first): "Thank you so much for the tea, madam. It was very nice. I should go now—duty is waiting downstairs."
Ananya (smiling shyly, feeling a strange mix of warmth and lingering arousal from the earlier massage): "No problem at all, bhaiya. You helped me so much today; the least I could do was offer tea. I'm really impressed—you're always so respectful and decent."
Ramesh (blushing slightly, eyes briefly flicking to her bare shoulders and the visible curves of her side boobs through the open sides of the apron): "It's nothing, madam. You're like family to all of us in the building. Sir and you are good people."
Ananya's heart fluttered at his words. He's so genuine... even after touching my bare ass, he stayed respectful. No wrong moves, just helping. The thought made her feel safe, yet the memory of his rough hands kneading her skin sent another warm pulse between her legs. She stood up carefully, holding the apron front securely with one hand while balancing the tea tray in the other. Her lowered panties—still bunched uncomfortably low from the massage—clung loosely to her thighs, the creamy fabric sticky against her skin.
Ananya (gesturing toward the door): "Let me see you out, bhaiya. It's only proper."
Ramesh nodded and started walking toward the main door. Ananya followed a step behind, her bare feet soft on the floor, the apron swaying with each step. From behind, Ramesh could see her fully exposed ass cheeks—plump, fair, and perfect—jiggling ever so slightly as she moved, the white panty reduced to a thin, useless strip barely covering the very bottom curve and her pussy. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes forward, but the sight was intoxicating. Madam has no idea how erotic she looks right now... I should not stare, but...
As they reached the door, Ananya shifted the tray to one hand to reach for the knob. The small movement was enough—the already loosened panties, disturbed by all the earlier lowering and her walking, suddenly lost their precarious grip. They slid smoothly down her smooth thighs, past her knees, and pooled silently at her feet in a soft cotton heap.
Ananya felt the cool air rush fully against her now completely naked ass and pussy lips from behind. Her eyes widened in shock; a deep flush exploded across her cheeks and chest. Oh god, no! My panty... it's down! He can see everything—my full bare ass, the curve... everything! She froze, mortified, one hand clutching the apron front desperately to keep her pussy hidden from the front view, the other still holding the tray. Her heart hammered wildly—embarrassment flooding her, yet mixed with that inexplicable rush of heat that made her nipples harden against the apron fabric and her exposed skin tingle.
Ananya (voice high-pitched, flustered, stammering): "B-bhaiya... wait, my... oh no!"
Ramesh, already halfway turning to say goodbye, caught the full, unobstructed view—her perfect, fair ass cheeks completely bare, round and creamy, the faint redness from his earlier kneading still visible, the intimate shadow between them teasingly exposed. His face turned crimson; arousal surged so strongly that he felt dizzy.
Ramesh (averting his eyes instantly, voice shaky and hurried): "Madam! I... I didn't see anything! Sorry—I'll go now!"
He fumbled with the door, opened it quickly, and practically bolted out, closing it behind him with a soft click. Ananya stood there alone, panting, the fallen panty at her ankles, tray trembling in her hand. She stepped out of the fabric puddle carefully, her bare ass and pussy now fully exposed to the empty room. Embarrassment burned through her, but beneath it, that confusing thrill pulsed stronger than ever—He saw everything... my completely naked ass. And I... I'm so wet again. What's happening to me?
She locked the door with shaky fingers, leaned against it, and closed her eyes, body still buzzing from the accidental full exposure.
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