Adultery Priya Didi

[shailu4ever]

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Priya could feel her nipples hardening further under her touch, could feel the weight and heat of her breasts in her palms. She lifted them slightly, feeling how heavy they were, how they filled her hands and more.
 
What would Ravi's hands feel like doing this?
 
His hands were bigger than hers, they might cover more of her breasts, or they might not be able to contain them at all.
 
Would he lift them like this, testing their weight? Would he squeeze them, knead them, explore their softness and their firmness? Would he lean down and press his face between them, feeling their warmth against his cheeks?
 
She released her breasts and watched them settle back into place, bouncing slightly with the movement. Even confined in the bra, they moved. She could only imagine how they would move without it.
 
How they would sway and bounce with every step, every breath. How they would feel in Ravi's hands without any barrier at all.
 
Her fingers moved to the center of her bra, where a small decorative bow sat between her breasts. Just above the bow was the clasp, the front clasp.
 
She had bought this bra because it was easier to put on and take off by herself, but now, standing here with her fingers on the clasp, she realized how easily it could be undone. How one simple motion could reveal everything.
 
Her heart pounded as her fingers toyed with the clasp. Should she? This was the final barrier on her upper body. Once this came off, there would be nothing between her and the mirror.
 
Nothing between her and the full truth of her nakedness.
 
She thought of Ravi's hands on this clasp. The way his fingers would fumble slightly, perhaps, the first time he tried to unhook it.
 
Or maybe he would be confident, experienced, flicking it open with practiced ease. Either way, the result would be the same, her breasts falling free, released from their constraints, bare for his eyes and his hands.
 
"Just to look," she whispered to herself. "Just to see."
 
Her fingers pressed the clasp, and it released with a soft click.
 
The bra sprang open, the tension suddenly released, and her breasts spilled free. Not dramatically, she wasn't moving that much, but there was a definite sense of release, of freedom.

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