Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya squeezed gently, feeling the give of her flesh even through the constraints, and watched as her cleavage deepened with the pressure.
 
The blouse gaped open wider with this movement, and she could see even more, the full tops of her breasts, nearly to her nipples.
 
"This is what he would see," she murmured, her voice thick. Not this exact view, perhaps, but something close.
 
If she wore her blouse with these top buttons undone, if she bent forward at just the right angle, if she pressed her arms together as she carried something heavy, he would see her like this.
 
See her breasts pressed together, full and inviting, barely contained by delicate lace.
 
The fourth button practically undid itself, her fingers working without conscious thought now. The blouse fell open almost to her navel, held together only by the final button at her waist and the one just above it.
 
Now she could see not just the tops of her breasts, but the full cups of her bra, the way the lace and padding shaped her, lifted her, presented her.
 
The bra was beautiful, she had always known that, but seeing it like this, revealed in the mirror, it was more than beautiful. It was erotic.
 
The way the cups cradled her breasts, the way the lace lay against her skin, the way her flesh swelled above and around the constraints of the garment.
 
She could see the shape of her nipples now, pressing against the fabric, two distinct points that betrayed her arousal.
 
She reached up and touched the edge of the bra, tracing the lace with one finger. The sensation was electric, her finger running along the border where fabric met skin, where constraint met softness.
 
She traced the curve of one breast, following the line of lace, and felt herself shiver at her own touch.
 
"The fifth button," she whispered, and undid it.
 
The blouse fell completely open, hanging loose on her shoulders, held in place only by the fabric still tucked into her saree at the waist and the hooks at her back.
 
She let the front panels fall to her sides, and stood there, staring at her reflection, wearing only her bra above the saree's waistline.
 
This was the view that made her catch her breath.

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