-: Pancha Vastra :- ( By Shailu )

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Meera shifts on her cushion.
 
The uttariya sliding over her chest and shoulders.
 
The soft whisper of silk against skin making him aware of his own restlessness, his thighs tightening, his hands flexing against his knees.
 
"She made him sit," Meera says.
 
"And then she knelt before him.
 
Mirroring what he'd done for her.
 
A reversal of power."
 
The image is sharp, electric, and intensely physical in his mind.
 
The subtle tension of kneeling, the shifting of weight, the erotic energy of a reversal of roles.
 
He can feel the rhythm of power and surrender in every move, the awareness of touch, breath, gaze, and anticipation.
 
 
"Her hands went to his kurta," Meera continues.
 
"Began lifting it.
 
He raised his arms and she pulled it over his head, dropped it aside."
 
Arjun watches her hands move in his imagination, the deliberate unfolding of each gesture, each inch of exposure a revelation.
 
His breath catches, his body leaning forward, aware, responsive, aching.
 
"His chest was bare.
 
Muscular from years of carpentry work.
 
Smooth, dark skin stretched over hard muscle.
 
Not the body of a young man, he was maybe forty, but mature, solid, strong."
 
He can see the contours, the planes of chest and shoulders, the lines of muscle in motion, the way light falls over skin, catching the curve of biceps and collarbones.
 
Every word makes him ache, makes him feel the pull of desire and admiration intertwined.
 
"Kamala ran her hands over his chest.
 
Exploring.
 
Her fingers tracing the contours of muscle, the line of his collarbone, the flat plane of his stomach."
 
Arjun’s body shivers at the tactile suggestion, as if he can feel the warmth of skin under hands, the glide of fingers over sinew, the subtle heat, the tension, the anticipation of more.