Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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But Priya knew what lay beneath. She could feel the firm support of her bra underneath the blouse, the underwire lifting and shaping, creating that perfect curve that the blouse displayed so beautifully.
 
She pressed her palms gently against the sides of her breasts, feeling the firmness of the padding, the way the fabric gave slightly under her touch.
 
Even through two layers, blouse and bra, she could feel the heat of her own skin, the softness that the structured garments tried to contain.
 
Her breathing quickened as she squeezed gently, watching in the mirror as her breasts pushed together, creating a deeper shadow of cleavage at the neckline.
 
The modest cut suddenly seemed less modest when she did this. She could see the swell of flesh threatening to spill over the top of her bra, constrained only by the buttoned blouse.
 
She released her breasts and let her hands trail down, feeling the texture of the blouse, the way it clung to her ribcage, her waist.
 
Her fingers moved back up, this time settling on the uppermost button, a small pearl button right at the hollow of her throat.
 
She hesitated, her fingers toying with the button. This was such a small thing. One button. What harm could there be in unbuttoning just one?
 
Her fingers worked the button free, and she felt the immediate release of pressure at her throat. The fabric separated, revealing a small triangle of skin, and she leaned closer to the mirror to see.
 
The gap was perhaps an inch, maybe less, but it changed everything.
 
Now she could see the beginning of her cleavage, just a hint of the valley between her breasts, a shadow that promised softness and depth.
 
The cream-colored bra beneath was barely visible, just a suggestion of lace at the very edge of the opening.
 
"One more," she whispered to herself.
 
Her fingers found the second button, and she undid it with less hesitation this time. The blouse parted further, and now she could see the full curve of the upper swell of her breasts.
 
The bra was more visible now, cream-colored lace with delicate embroidery, a beautiful garment that she had chosen this morning without thinking anyone would see it.
 
But someone could see it now. She could see it. And she could imagine Ravi seeing it.

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