15-04-2026, 03:37 PM
Meera’s days at Blue Blooming were becoming routine, but the work was getting more involved. On this particular morning, while going through customer feedback emails for the upcoming ANAAVARAN brand, she noticed several complaints about the bras. Many trial users mentioned discomfort under the breasts, chafing, and poor support during movement.
She noted them carefully, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.
Later that afternoon, Shankar called her into the conference room. A meeting was already in progress with mostly male executives and designers discussing the final launch preparations — product quality, packaging, pricing, and marketing strategy.
Meera sat quietly at the side, taking notes. The conversation was technical and fast-paced. She felt a little out of place among the confident men, but she listened attentively.
Towards the end, Shankar asked if anyone had additional feedback from the trial phase.
Meera hesitated. Her heart was beating fast. She remembered the emails she had read that morning. Gathering courage, she spoke softly after they come out of meeting room:
“Sir… I went through the trial user feedback. Many women mentioned discomfort in the underboob area. The wire is digging in, and there is chafing during movement. Even I felt the same when I tried one of the samples.”
The Shankar fell silent for a second. Her cheeks burned.
Shankar looked genuinely interested.
“Thank you, Meera. This is important. I want honest reviews like this.”
“Meera, come to my cabin,” he said.
Once inside, he called the Quality Manager, a strict lady in her mid-40s named Mrs. Rekha.
When Mrs. Rekha arrived, Shankar explained, “Meera has pointed out some serious comfort issues with the bras from the trial feedback. She also felt it herself.”
Mrs. Rekha looked at Meera with a slightly dismissive expression.
“What exactly is the problem?” she asked.
Meera felt very shy speaking in front of both Shankar and the lady, but she tried.
“The underboob area… it feels tight and the wire is poking. It becomes uncomfortable after some time.”
Mrs. Rekha raised an eyebrow.
“Are you wearing our bra right now?”
Meera’s face turned red. She nodded slightly.
“No ma’am.”
"Which brand are you wearing now"
"Mohini"
Mrs. Rekha stepped closer.
“Show me where exactly you are feeling the discomfort.”
Meera hesitated, then pointed towards the lower curve of her breasts with trembling fingers.
“Here… under the boobs.”
Mrs. Rekha didn’t hesitate. She reached forward and touched the underboob area over Meera’s kurti, pressing lightly with her fingers.
“Here?” she asked.
Meera nodded, feeling deeply humiliated being touched like this in front of Shankar.
Mrs. Rekha continued questioning without mercy.
“What is your size? Did you take the correct size? Many girls choose wrong size and then complain.”
Meera’s voice was barely audible. “I think 34C….”
Shankar was watching everything quietly.
Mrs. Rekha continued, “And what about the panties? Any issues with fitting? Are they riding up? Any discomfort at the back?”
Meera felt like the ground would swallow her.
“I… I am wearing your panty right now. It feels comfortable,” she replied shyly.
Mrs. Rekha suddenly smacked Meera’s ass lightly over her leggings.
“See Shankar sir, the panty is perfect. No complaints there. We can fine-tune the bra design. She said this runnning her hand over the edges of panty visible through the leggings”
Shankar nodded. “Good. Rekha, take Meera and check the bra properly. I want real feedback.” Shankar left after that.
Mrs. Rekha took Meera her work are to the attached trial room. Trial room was nothing but a curtain separated area.
“Remove your kurti and show me,” she said bluntly.
Meera’s hands were shaking as she removed her kurti in front of the lady, standing in just her bra and leggings. Mrs. Rekha examined the bra closely, lifting Meera’s breasts, checking the underwire, and pressing different areas.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Meera turned, feeling completely exposed even though it is lady.
Mrs. Rekha then asked her to remove the bra completely and wear a new sample bra from the collection. Meera had to change behind a thin curtain, but she could still feel Mrs. Rekha waiting outside.
When she came out wearing only the new sample bra and her leggings, Mrs. Rekha made her bend, stretch, and move her arms in different positions.
Mrs. Rekha handed her a new sample bra. “Wear this one.”
Meera went behind the thin green curtain and removed her bra. Her full breasts spilled out, nipples already slightly stiff from the cool air and tension. She put on the new bra and came out.
Mrs. Rekha made her do several movements — stretching her arms, bending, raising her hands above her head. Each time, Meera’s breasts jiggled and bounced inside the new bra. Shankar watched silently, nodding occasionally.
“Still not perfect,” Mrs. Rekha muttered. “Try another one.”
Meera went behind the curtain again. She unhooked the bra and handed it over the curtain to Rekha. As she reached for the next sample, Rekha suddenly walked inside the small changing area.
“I see the problem. It’s a design issue,” Rekha said, standing very close to the topless Meera.
Meera quickly covered her bare breasts with both hands, her face burning with shame. Rekha didn’t seem to care. She took out her phone and started giving instructions loudly to her team on the other end.
“Listen carefully… the underwire needs to be softer… the cup depth is wrong for Indian body types…”
Meera stood there completely topless, hands cupping her heavy breasts, just a few feet away from Rekha who was on the phone. She could hear the staff replying fearfully on the other side.
Just then, a man’s voice entered the trial room.
“Rekha, why was Shankar here?” It was Ajmal.
Rekha replied without looking up, “Some new product fitting issues.”
Meera’s heart nearly stopped. She was standing topless behind the thin curtain, only a few feet away from Ajmal. She pressed her hands tighter against her breasts, trying to cover as much as possible. Her nipples were hard against her palms.
Rekha walked out to talk to him. Ajmal looked towards the curtain. He could clearly see the silhouette of a woman standing there — a beautiful, curvy figure with hands cupping her large breasts. The outline of her naked body, narrow waist, and wide hips was unmistakable.
“Hmm… Shankar is too obsessed with boobs and bras. Loser,” Ajmal muttered crudely and walked away. He was then talking in shushed voice to Rekha and Rekha was replying in her normal stern voice. She replied I know the priority and I am working on that. Meera could feel Ajmal might be looking her way while talking Rekha as she is standing between Ajmal and Curtain.
Meera felt like she would faint from embarrassment. Ajmal had just seen her almost naked silhouette but she in unaware of this.
Rekha continued shouting instructions on the phone after Ajmal had left. In a second another young male walked inside. He was the one to him she was shouting on phone.
“The damaged products are near that curtain. Take them and fuck off. I want this fixed ASAP!”
A young male staff member came running towards the curtain area. Meera’s eyes widened in panic. She was still topless, hands covering her breasts.
The guy reached just outside the curtain, bent down, and picked up the discarded bras lying on the floor near Meera’s feet. For a terrifying second, he was only a foot away from the naked Meera, separated by nothing but a thin green curtain.
Meera held her breath, her heart hammering wildly. She could see his shadow. One slight movement and he would see her completely topless.
Thankfully, he grabbed the bras and ran out without looking behind the curtain.
Rekha finally ended the call and looked at Meera.
“You have a perfect body, Meera,” she said bluntly. “Firm, curvy, and well-proportioned. Have you ever thought about modelling our products?”
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She shook her head quickly.
“No ma’am… I’m not comfortable with that,” she replied, trying to sound polite but firm.
Rekha smirked slightly. She stepped closer and tapped the underside of Meera’s left breast with two fingers, lifting it slightly.
“You have gravity-defying boobs at your age. Why are you always holding them like that? These beauties should not be kept covered all the time. If you ever change your mind about modelling, let me know. We need real Indian bodies like yours for ANAAVARAN.”
Meera felt a strange shiver run through her body when another woman touched her underboob so casually. Her nipple hardened instantly against the bra cup.
Rekha stepped back. “We’ll fix this design issue. Will meet later"
Rekha and her staff left the trial room. Meera let out a huge sigh of relief. She quickly went behind the curtain to change back into her own clothes.
But when she reached for her bra… it was gone.
She searched frantically. Her original peach bra was nowhere to be found. The staff must have mistakenly picked it up along with the sample bras when they cleared the area.
Panic set in. Meera stood there topless, covering her heavy breasts with her arms. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t call Rekha directly — she didn’t have her number. She quickly called Navya, but Navya didn’t pick up.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Shankar.
“Meera, come to my cabin. I need a file urgently.”
Meera’s heart sank. She was standing topless in the trial room. She quickly wore her kurti without the bra. The thin fabric felt cold against her bare breasts. Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the peach kurti. She looked down — it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She took a deep breath and ran towards her cabin first to get the file. Her heavy breasts bounced freely with every step. The friction of the kurti against her sensitive nipples made her feel even more aware of her body.
She grabbed the file and rushed to Shankar’s cabin, her breasts jiggling noticeably under the thin fabric.
Shankar was waiting impatiently. When Meera entered, his eyes immediately dropped to her chest. He noticed instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple pokies were clearly outlined against the peach kurti.
He took the file from her and asked casually, “Your bra problem solved?”
Meera froze. Her face turned crimson. How did he know? Was it that obvious?
She stammered, “N-no sir… I think by mistake...”
Shankar nodded calmly. “Don’t worry. These mistakes happend, I have asked Rekha to fix it for you ok.”
Meera felt a wave of relief. She thought Shankar had personally asked Rekha to find her missing bra. In reality, he was only talking about fixing the product design issue.
As she turned to leave, Shankar called her again.
“Meera, come will have a meeting with someone important. I want to discuss something about the ANAAVARAN launch. I want your inputs there”
A slight hesitation caught Meera, though she remained oblivious to the stir she was causing. Without a bra to shield her, her nipples are betraying her with the pokie. She is unaware of pokies but well aware she is braless in office, like how Navya was last day. But she didn’t have the courage to refuse her boss. Sir is it important, Am I needed, he gave her a stern look he said yes it is very important. They started in car and got a call in middle saying the meeting is cancelled. He said lets go for a tea and he took her to a nice cafe.
While walking to the cafe, every step made her boobs bounce and sway under the thin kurti. She could feel the cool AC air on her nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide them, but it only made them more prominent.
Shankar walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her chest. He didn’t say anything, but with his height difference he can see a good amount of her boobs when they walked.
In the cafe, while waiting for tea, Shankar’s eyes kept drifting to her boobs . Meera felt completely exposed and vulnerable as she occssionally found his gazes on her boobs. She was standing braless in front of her boss, her nipples clearly poking through her kurti.
Thankfully, the tea arrived quickly. Shankar finished his cup and said casually, “Meera, I’m heading out. I can drop you home if you want.”
Meera shook her head immediately, forcing a polite smile.
“No sir, it’s okay. I’ll take an auto. Thank you.” He then offered her to drop her halfway and she had to agree.
Shankar gave her one last lingering look at her boobs when she got down and walking away.
Meera let out a deep breath. She quickly adjusted kurti to avoid it sticking to her boobs . Her breasts bounced noticeably with every step as she walked on the main road to catch an auto. She felt extremely self-conscious, constantly checking if anyone was staring.
Just as she was about to get into an auto, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Didi!”
Meera turned around. It was Chotu, standing near a scooter with a delivery bag.
“Chotu? What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
“Boss asked me to deliver some grocery to a home nearby,” he replied, walking closer. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Didi… what happened? You stopped wearing bra altogether?” he teased in a low voice.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly looked around to make sure no one heard.
“Chotu! Don’t shout like that!” she hissed. “How did you even notice?”
Chotu grinned, his eyes still fixed on her breasts.
“Your nipples are clearly visible, didi. They are poking so nicely through your kurti. Looks very sexy.”
Meera felt a rush of embarrassment. She knocked her forehead lightly with her palm.
“You fool! Show some shame. Stop staring.”
Chotu chuckled softly.
“You are the one showing your boobs so openly and you’re telling me to show shame? Why did you come to office without bra today? Did someone steal your bra or what?”
Meera looked around nervously and whispered urgently, “Speak softly! I don’t want the whole world to know I am braless right now. It was an accident at the office. Please stop teasing me.”
Chotu nodded but couldn’t hide his smile. He kept stealing glances at her chest as she got into the auto.
Meera reached her community gate and got down. As she started walking towards her building, Chotu suddenly appeared again on his scooter.
“Didi, wait!”
Meera turned, irritated. “What now?”
"Do you need anything today ?"
She replied yes bring some milk please.
Chotu was staring at her chest with a naughty smile. The humidity had caused her to sweat and kurti was sticking to her boobs.
“It is good to see them again today… just in one day,” he said, looking at her chest meaningfully.
Meera frowned. “What do you mean ‘again in one day’?”
Chotu took out his phone and showed her a photo he had secretly taken earlier — Meera standing in the kitchen washing plates, her white T-shirt completely wet and transparent, her bare breasts and dark nipples clearly visible.
Meera’s face turned pale. Her eyes welled up with tears.
“You… you took my photo?” she whispered, voice breaking. “I trusted you, Chotu. I thought you were my friend.”
Chotu’s smile faded slightly, but he still tried to act innocent.
“Didi, I’m sorry… I just wanted to show you. You were looking so beautiful.”
Meera felt betrayed. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You are shameless!” "Whom all you have shown this" she said angrily and walked away without looking back.
A few minutes later, Chotu came to her door with a packet of milk, trying to apologize.
Meera opened the door slightly, still hurt.
“I dont need any milk. Please go away,” she said coldly and closed the door in his face.
Meera leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding with a storm of emotions — anger, shame, and a deep sense of betrayal. Tears stung her eyes. How could Chotu do this? She had trusted him like a younger brother.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
She wiped her tears angrily and opened the door, ready to scold him.
But Chotu was already walking away down the corridor. On the floor right in front of her door lay his phone.
Meera stared at it, confused. She picked it up and called out softly, “Chotu…”
He stopped and turned back. His face looked guilty and sad.
“I… I left it there on purpose,” he said quietly. “You can check my phone, didi. I took that photo only because I thought you looked so beautiful. I had no bad intention. I swear. You are the only person who cares for me. Even the underwear you bought for me… no one has ever done something like that for me.”
Meera looked at him for a long moment. His eyes were sincere. She felt her anger soften a little.
She handed him the phone.
“Delete it right now. In front of me,” she said firmly.
Chotu nodded quickly. He opened the gallery, showed her the photo.
But before he could delete the photo, Meera spoke again, her voice hesitant.
“Wait… send it to me on Telegram first. Before deleting.”
Chotu looked surprised, but he did as she asked. He forwarded the photo to her on Telegram and then deleted it from his gallery.
Meera felt a strange mix of shame and curiosity as she saw the photo appear in her chat. She quickly closed it.
Chotu looked at her with sad eyes. “I’m really sorry, didi. I won’t do anything like this again.”
He turned to leave.
That night, Ajay came home very late. He looked exhausted, ate dinner in silence, then he told he is travelling to Kerala for a week and went straight to bed. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.
Meera lay beside him, unable to sleep. She picked up her phone and opened Telegram. There were dozens of sorry messages from Chotu below the photo he had sent. She looked at her photo her boobs were visible well in that pic. He had seen my boobs very well she thought. She looked at his messages
Chotu: Didi I’m so sorry…
Chotu: I should not have taken that photo.
Chotu: Please forgive me. I will beg on you feet pleas talk to me.
Chotu: You are the only good thing in my life.
Meera stared at the messages for a long time. Finally, she typed:
Meera: Still you took my photo without telling me. What else have you done with me? I want to know everything. Tell me the truth.
Chotu replied almost instantly.
Chotu: I will tell you everything, didi. I promise I will not hide anything anymore.
He started typing. The messages came one after another.
Chotu: That day when there was the water problem… when you came out in the towel… I saw a lot. When the towel slipped near the door, I saw your full bare ass. It was so round and soft. The crack between your cheeks was clearly visible. But he hid the fact that he caused the water problem
Meera’s breath caught. She read every word carefully.
Chotu: When you came out after bath in that white T-shirt… I saw your boobs very clearly. They were hanging down when you bent to pick the envelope. Your nipples were dark and hard. I could even see the brown part around them.
Chotu: When you hugged me after getting the interview letter… I felt your soft breasts pressing against me. No bra. It felt so warm.
Meera’s face was burning. She was lying next to her sleeping husband, reading these confessions, and her body was reacting.
Chotu: And that day when you were changing clothes in the bedroom… the door was not fully closed.I was not able to hear what you were saying so I was looking in your direction. I saw everything through the gap. I saw you removing your kurti. I saw your boobs when you took krti off. Then you removed your leggings. Your pink panty looked so tight on your ass. Then you removed your bra… your breasts came out so beautifully. They were swinging when you bent. I saw you completely naked for many seconds. I saw your pussy also… it looked so smooth and beautiful.
Meera’s eyes widened. She had no idea he had seen her fully naked while changing. She felt a rush of shame, but also a strange, forbidden arousal.
Meera: You saw me completely naked? And you never told me?
Chotu: I was scared you would get angry and stop talking to me. I swear I never showed it to anyone. It was only for me. You are so beautiful didi… I couldn’t take my eyes off.
Meera’s breathing became heavier. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Meera: Shameless… you saw everything of me.
Chotu: Yes didi. I am sorry. When you were washing plates and your T-shirt became wet… I saw your boobs completely. Your nipples were so dark and hard. I wanted to touch them so badly I was feeling something as I had seen you naked I never felt like that before.
Meera: And when I was walking outside today… was it very visible that I was braless?
Chotu: Yes didi. It was very visible. Your boobs were bouncing a lot. Your nipples were poking out clearly.
Meera bit her lip hard. She was shocked, embarrassed, and strangely turned on by his honest, detailed confession.
Meera: You are really shameless, Chotu. You saw me naked, saw my boobs, my ass, my pussy… and you never told me.
Chotu: I’m sorry didi. But I couldn’t stop looking. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect.
Meera listened to every word, her body growing hotter with each confession.
She didn’t stop him. She didn’t scold him anymore.
Instead, she kept asking questions, wanting to know exactly what he had seen and how it made him feel.
Meera: So you have seen me fully nude… you even took my photo. How do I trust you? What if you have shared it with someone else?
She sent the message and quickly got up. She was too aroused to stay still. She tiptoed to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and removed her panty. Her pussy was dripping wet. She sat on the toilet for a moment, trying to calm herself, wiping gently between her legs.
When she came back to bed and picked up her phone, there were already more than 15 messages from Chotu.
Chotu: Didi please don’t think like that…
Chotu: I swear on my mother I haven’t shown it to anyone.
Chotu: I’m really sorry… I was stupid.
Chotu: Please reply didi… I’m getting scared.
Chotu: If you don’t trust me, I dont know how to convince you.
Then came a photo.
Meera opened it and gasped.
It was a selfie of Chotu. He was standing completely naked on a dark street near a bridge. His thin body was fully exposed. His small, semi-hard dick was clearly visible. He looked desperate and vulnerable, holding the phone with one hand while covering his face slightly with the other.
Chotu: See didi… I am sending you my nude photo. If you ever feel I can blackmail you, you can use this against me. I trust you completely. I would never harm you.
Meera stared at the photo, shocked. A young boy standing naked on a public street at night just to prove his innocence to her. Despite everything, she found it strangely cute and funny.
She replied:
Meera: Why are you naked on the street, you fool?!
Chotu: I was messaging you from here. I didn’t know how to convince you. I felt very bad. If you think I can blackmail you, now you have my nude also. We are equal.
Meera couldn’t stop herself from laughing softly in the dark room. His logic was so innocent and childish.
Meera: You are such a big fool, Chotu. I had gone to the bathroom, that’s why I didn’t reply. I am not angry.
Chotu: You are saying this now to calm me down. I was about to jump from the bridge if you hadn’t replied.
Meera: I am telling the truth. I really went to the bathroom. I even removed my panties because I was feeling uncomfortable. That’s why there was a delay.
Chotu was not convinced , you are angry at me. I know. Whatever she said he was not convinced
Meera’s heart skipped. A bold, mischievous thought entered her mind.
She got up quietly, went to the bathroom again, and took a photo of her removed pink panty hanging on the hook. But instead of sending just that, she typed:
Meera: You shameless boy… you don't believe me right. see the proof.
Chotu: How do I believe it is the same panty
A playful smile touched Meera’s lips as she leaned in. "Do you want to see what’s under my skirt right now?" she teased. Before he could answer, she pulled back slightly. "Go home and message me then. You naked boy."
A few minutes later, Meera’s phone vibrated again.
Chotu: Didi, I reached home safely.
Meera, still lying awake beside her sleeping husband, replied quickly.
Meera: So quickly? Show me proof.
Chotu sent a selfie almost immediately. He was standing completely naked inside his small, modest room. The photo showed his thin body, flat stomach, and his small, semi-hard dick hanging between his legs. The lighting was dim, but everything was clearly visible.
Meera’s eyes widened. She felt a fresh rush of heat between her thighs.
Meera: You are still naked? You fool!
Chotu: You told me to go home naked, na? So I walked all the way like this.
Meera: I never said that! I was just teasing you.
Chotu: But I took it seriously. I thought this was my punishment for breaking your trust.
Meera stared at the message, stunned. She imagined Chotu walking through the streets completely naked just to prove his loyalty. A strange mix of concern, amusement, and arousal filled her.
Meera: What if someone had seen you? You could have been in big trouble!
Chotu: I don’t know, didi. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted you to trust me again. I would do anything for you.
Meera felt a strange warmth in her chest. This silly, innocent boy had taken such a big risk for her. She typed softly:
Meera: You are crazy, Chotu. But thank you. I believe you now. Come home early tomorrow morning by 6:30 with milk. And listen carefully — come fully clothed, okay? Not like Tarzan.
Chotu: Yes didi ? I will come properly dressed.
Meera smiled and finally fell asleep, her body still buzzing with the events of the day.
The next morning, Ajay woke up very early at 5:20 AM. He had to leave for an urgent trip to Kerala for his secret mission. He closed the main door but didn’t lock it . It remained closed but not bolted.
Chotu had woken up early too. He had seen Ajay leaving on his two-wheeler from his shop window. His heart beat faster. He quickly packed a packet of fresh milk and headed towards Meera’s flat.
He reached her door at 6:25 AM and knocked softly. No response. He knocked again. Still nothing.
The door was not fully closed. Chotu gently pushed it. It swung open silently.
He stepped inside cautiously.
“Didi…?” he called softly.
No answer.
He walked further into the flat and reached the bedroom door, which was also slightly open. The sight inside made him freeze.
Meera was still fast asleep on her side, facing away from the door. She was wearing only Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue skirt. During the night, the skirt had ridden up high on her waist, completely exposing her smooth, round ass and her shaved pussy. Her legs were slightly parted. The morning light coming through the window fell beautifully on her naked lower body.
Chotu’s mouth went dry. His small dick instantly hardened inside his shorts. He stood there, unable to move, staring at Meera’s exposed pussy and ass.
After a few seconds, he gathered courage and called softly, “Meera didi…”
Meera stirred in her sleep. She turned slowly onto her back. As she moved, her skirt rode up even higher, bunching completely around her waist. Now her full front was exposed — her smooth, puffy pussy lips clearly visible, slightly glistening in the morning light.
Chotu’s eyes were glued between her legs. He could see everything.
Meera slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Chotu standing right next to her bed, staring at her exposed pussy with wide eyes.
She gasped and quickly tried to pull her skirt down, but in her sleepy state, she only managed to make it worse. The skirt stayed bunched up.
She gasped and sat up quickly.
“Chotu! What are you doing here?!” she whispered sharply, pulling her skirt down to cover herself.
Chotu looked nervous but smiled shyly.
“Didi… you asked me to come home with milk at 6:30. I came as you said.”
Meera blinked, still half-asleep. “I asked you to bring milk… not to come inside the room and stand next to my bed like this!”
She adjusted her skirt properly, covering her thighs. Her face was red with embarrassment.
“You are taking all opportunities, Tarzan,” she teased, trying to hide her shyness.
Chotu scratched his head innocently. “Sorry didi… the door was open.”
Meera sighed. “Go to the kitchen and make tea for me. I’ll freshen up.”
Chotu nodded obediently and went to the kitchen.
Meera got up, still feeling the wetness between her legs from last night’s messages. She went into the bathroom, took a quick bath, and came out wrapped in a small white towel that barely covered her breasts and reached just below her ass.
She looked around the room. Chotu was not there. She called out softly, “Chotu?”
He came from the kitchen holding a cup of tea. The moment he saw her in just the towel, his eyes widened. He quickly turned his face away.
“Sorry didi…” he mumbled.
Meera shrugged casually, feeling a strange boldness.
“There is nothing more left for you to see from my body, Chotu. You have already seen everything,” she said with a playful smirk.
Chotu blushed but stayed turned away.
Meera continued, “Today is my off day. I need to go for some shopping. Get me clothes from the wardrobe.”
Chotu went to the cupboard and picked a simple cream kurti and white leggings. He handed them to her without looking.
Meera took the clothes and teased him again.
“You want me to go without bra and panties as well?” she asked mischievously.
Chotu’s ears turned red. “No didi… I am sorry.”
Meera laughed softly. “Okay, go out now. Let me change.”
Chotu walked out of the bedroom but didn’t close the door completely. Meera noticed it but didn’t say anything. She let the door stay slightly open.
She stood facing away from the door and slowly removed her towel. Her completely naked body was now visible through the gap. Her heavy breasts hung freely, dark nipples stiff in the morning air. Her round ass and smooth pussy were clearly on display.
She looked sideways towards the door. Chotu was standing in the living room, deliberately looking away, trying to be respectful. Meera smiled to herself. She felt strangely safe and playful with him.
She first picked up the new black lace panty and bent forward to step into it. Her ass pushed out beautifully as she pulled the panty up her thighs. The thin lace settled tightly over her pussy, the back string disappearing between her ass cheeks.
Then she wore the matching black lace bra. She hooked it at the back, adjusting her breasts inside the cups. The bra pushed them up, creating deep, tempting cleavage.
Finally, she wore the cream kurti and white leggings. The leggings were slightly transparent, hugging her thighs and ass snugly.
She came out fully dressed and saw Chotu still standing respectfully, looking away.
“You can turn now, Tarzan,” she teased.
She noted them carefully, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.
Later that afternoon, Shankar called her into the conference room. A meeting was already in progress with mostly male executives and designers discussing the final launch preparations — product quality, packaging, pricing, and marketing strategy.
Meera sat quietly at the side, taking notes. The conversation was technical and fast-paced. She felt a little out of place among the confident men, but she listened attentively.
Towards the end, Shankar asked if anyone had additional feedback from the trial phase.
Meera hesitated. Her heart was beating fast. She remembered the emails she had read that morning. Gathering courage, she spoke softly after they come out of meeting room:
“Sir… I went through the trial user feedback. Many women mentioned discomfort in the underboob area. The wire is digging in, and there is chafing during movement. Even I felt the same when I tried one of the samples.”
The Shankar fell silent for a second. Her cheeks burned.
Shankar looked genuinely interested.
“Thank you, Meera. This is important. I want honest reviews like this.”
“Meera, come to my cabin,” he said.
Once inside, he called the Quality Manager, a strict lady in her mid-40s named Mrs. Rekha.
When Mrs. Rekha arrived, Shankar explained, “Meera has pointed out some serious comfort issues with the bras from the trial feedback. She also felt it herself.”
Mrs. Rekha looked at Meera with a slightly dismissive expression.
“What exactly is the problem?” she asked.
Meera felt very shy speaking in front of both Shankar and the lady, but she tried.
“The underboob area… it feels tight and the wire is poking. It becomes uncomfortable after some time.”
Mrs. Rekha raised an eyebrow.
“Are you wearing our bra right now?”
Meera’s face turned red. She nodded slightly.
“No ma’am.”
"Which brand are you wearing now"
"Mohini"
Mrs. Rekha stepped closer.
“Show me where exactly you are feeling the discomfort.”
Meera hesitated, then pointed towards the lower curve of her breasts with trembling fingers.
“Here… under the boobs.”
Mrs. Rekha didn’t hesitate. She reached forward and touched the underboob area over Meera’s kurti, pressing lightly with her fingers.
“Here?” she asked.
Meera nodded, feeling deeply humiliated being touched like this in front of Shankar.
Mrs. Rekha continued questioning without mercy.
“What is your size? Did you take the correct size? Many girls choose wrong size and then complain.”
Meera’s voice was barely audible. “I think 34C….”
Shankar was watching everything quietly.
Mrs. Rekha continued, “And what about the panties? Any issues with fitting? Are they riding up? Any discomfort at the back?”
Meera felt like the ground would swallow her.
“I… I am wearing your panty right now. It feels comfortable,” she replied shyly.
Mrs. Rekha suddenly smacked Meera’s ass lightly over her leggings.
“See Shankar sir, the panty is perfect. No complaints there. We can fine-tune the bra design. She said this runnning her hand over the edges of panty visible through the leggings”
Shankar nodded. “Good. Rekha, take Meera and check the bra properly. I want real feedback.” Shankar left after that.
Mrs. Rekha took Meera her work are to the attached trial room. Trial room was nothing but a curtain separated area.
“Remove your kurti and show me,” she said bluntly.
Meera’s hands were shaking as she removed her kurti in front of the lady, standing in just her bra and leggings. Mrs. Rekha examined the bra closely, lifting Meera’s breasts, checking the underwire, and pressing different areas.
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Meera turned, feeling completely exposed even though it is lady.
Mrs. Rekha then asked her to remove the bra completely and wear a new sample bra from the collection. Meera had to change behind a thin curtain, but she could still feel Mrs. Rekha waiting outside.
When she came out wearing only the new sample bra and her leggings, Mrs. Rekha made her bend, stretch, and move her arms in different positions.
Mrs. Rekha handed her a new sample bra. “Wear this one.”
Meera went behind the thin green curtain and removed her bra. Her full breasts spilled out, nipples already slightly stiff from the cool air and tension. She put on the new bra and came out.
Mrs. Rekha made her do several movements — stretching her arms, bending, raising her hands above her head. Each time, Meera’s breasts jiggled and bounced inside the new bra. Shankar watched silently, nodding occasionally.
“Still not perfect,” Mrs. Rekha muttered. “Try another one.”
Meera went behind the curtain again. She unhooked the bra and handed it over the curtain to Rekha. As she reached for the next sample, Rekha suddenly walked inside the small changing area.
“I see the problem. It’s a design issue,” Rekha said, standing very close to the topless Meera.
Meera quickly covered her bare breasts with both hands, her face burning with shame. Rekha didn’t seem to care. She took out her phone and started giving instructions loudly to her team on the other end.
“Listen carefully… the underwire needs to be softer… the cup depth is wrong for Indian body types…”
Meera stood there completely topless, hands cupping her heavy breasts, just a few feet away from Rekha who was on the phone. She could hear the staff replying fearfully on the other side.
Just then, a man’s voice entered the trial room.
“Rekha, why was Shankar here?” It was Ajmal.
Rekha replied without looking up, “Some new product fitting issues.”
Meera’s heart nearly stopped. She was standing topless behind the thin curtain, only a few feet away from Ajmal. She pressed her hands tighter against her breasts, trying to cover as much as possible. Her nipples were hard against her palms.
Rekha walked out to talk to him. Ajmal looked towards the curtain. He could clearly see the silhouette of a woman standing there — a beautiful, curvy figure with hands cupping her large breasts. The outline of her naked body, narrow waist, and wide hips was unmistakable.
“Hmm… Shankar is too obsessed with boobs and bras. Loser,” Ajmal muttered crudely and walked away. He was then talking in shushed voice to Rekha and Rekha was replying in her normal stern voice. She replied I know the priority and I am working on that. Meera could feel Ajmal might be looking her way while talking Rekha as she is standing between Ajmal and Curtain.
Meera felt like she would faint from embarrassment. Ajmal had just seen her almost naked silhouette but she in unaware of this.
Rekha continued shouting instructions on the phone after Ajmal had left. In a second another young male walked inside. He was the one to him she was shouting on phone.
“The damaged products are near that curtain. Take them and fuck off. I want this fixed ASAP!”
A young male staff member came running towards the curtain area. Meera’s eyes widened in panic. She was still topless, hands covering her breasts.
The guy reached just outside the curtain, bent down, and picked up the discarded bras lying on the floor near Meera’s feet. For a terrifying second, he was only a foot away from the naked Meera, separated by nothing but a thin green curtain.
Meera held her breath, her heart hammering wildly. She could see his shadow. One slight movement and he would see her completely topless.
Thankfully, he grabbed the bras and ran out without looking behind the curtain.
Rekha finally ended the call and looked at Meera.
“You have a perfect body, Meera,” she said bluntly. “Firm, curvy, and well-proportioned. Have you ever thought about modelling our products?”
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She shook her head quickly.
“No ma’am… I’m not comfortable with that,” she replied, trying to sound polite but firm.
Rekha smirked slightly. She stepped closer and tapped the underside of Meera’s left breast with two fingers, lifting it slightly.
“You have gravity-defying boobs at your age. Why are you always holding them like that? These beauties should not be kept covered all the time. If you ever change your mind about modelling, let me know. We need real Indian bodies like yours for ANAAVARAN.”
Meera felt a strange shiver run through her body when another woman touched her underboob so casually. Her nipple hardened instantly against the bra cup.
Rekha stepped back. “We’ll fix this design issue. Will meet later"
Rekha and her staff left the trial room. Meera let out a huge sigh of relief. She quickly went behind the curtain to change back into her own clothes.
But when she reached for her bra… it was gone.
She searched frantically. Her original peach bra was nowhere to be found. The staff must have mistakenly picked it up along with the sample bras when they cleared the area.
Panic set in. Meera stood there topless, covering her heavy breasts with her arms. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t call Rekha directly — she didn’t have her number. She quickly called Navya, but Navya didn’t pick up.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Shankar.
“Meera, come to my cabin. I need a file urgently.”
Meera’s heart sank. She was standing topless in the trial room. She quickly wore her kurti without the bra. The thin fabric felt cold against her bare breasts. Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the peach kurti. She looked down — it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She took a deep breath and ran towards her cabin first to get the file. Her heavy breasts bounced freely with every step. The friction of the kurti against her sensitive nipples made her feel even more aware of her body.
She grabbed the file and rushed to Shankar’s cabin, her breasts jiggling noticeably under the thin fabric.
Shankar was waiting impatiently. When Meera entered, his eyes immediately dropped to her chest. He noticed instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipple pokies were clearly outlined against the peach kurti.
He took the file from her and asked casually, “Your bra problem solved?”
Meera froze. Her face turned crimson. How did he know? Was it that obvious?
She stammered, “N-no sir… I think by mistake...”
Shankar nodded calmly. “Don’t worry. These mistakes happend, I have asked Rekha to fix it for you ok.”
Meera felt a wave of relief. She thought Shankar had personally asked Rekha to find her missing bra. In reality, he was only talking about fixing the product design issue.
As she turned to leave, Shankar called her again.
“Meera, come will have a meeting with someone important. I want to discuss something about the ANAAVARAN launch. I want your inputs there”
A slight hesitation caught Meera, though she remained oblivious to the stir she was causing. Without a bra to shield her, her nipples are betraying her with the pokie. She is unaware of pokies but well aware she is braless in office, like how Navya was last day. But she didn’t have the courage to refuse her boss. Sir is it important, Am I needed, he gave her a stern look he said yes it is very important. They started in car and got a call in middle saying the meeting is cancelled. He said lets go for a tea and he took her to a nice cafe.
While walking to the cafe, every step made her boobs bounce and sway under the thin kurti. She could feel the cool AC air on her nipples. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide them, but it only made them more prominent.
Shankar walked beside her, occasionally glancing at her chest. He didn’t say anything, but with his height difference he can see a good amount of her boobs when they walked.
In the cafe, while waiting for tea, Shankar’s eyes kept drifting to her boobs . Meera felt completely exposed and vulnerable as she occssionally found his gazes on her boobs. She was standing braless in front of her boss, her nipples clearly poking through her kurti.
Thankfully, the tea arrived quickly. Shankar finished his cup and said casually, “Meera, I’m heading out. I can drop you home if you want.”
Meera shook her head immediately, forcing a polite smile.
“No sir, it’s okay. I’ll take an auto. Thank you.” He then offered her to drop her halfway and she had to agree.
Shankar gave her one last lingering look at her boobs when she got down and walking away.
Meera let out a deep breath. She quickly adjusted kurti to avoid it sticking to her boobs . Her breasts bounced noticeably with every step as she walked on the main road to catch an auto. She felt extremely self-conscious, constantly checking if anyone was staring.
Just as she was about to get into an auto, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Didi!”
Meera turned around. It was Chotu, standing near a scooter with a delivery bag.
“Chotu? What are you doing here?” she asked, surprised.
“Boss asked me to deliver some grocery to a home nearby,” he replied, walking closer. His eyes immediately dropped to her chest. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
“Didi… what happened? You stopped wearing bra altogether?” he teased in a low voice.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly looked around to make sure no one heard.
“Chotu! Don’t shout like that!” she hissed. “How did you even notice?”
Chotu grinned, his eyes still fixed on her breasts.
“Your nipples are clearly visible, didi. They are poking so nicely through your kurti. Looks very sexy.”
Meera felt a rush of embarrassment. She knocked her forehead lightly with her palm.
“You fool! Show some shame. Stop staring.”
Chotu chuckled softly.
“You are the one showing your boobs so openly and you’re telling me to show shame? Why did you come to office without bra today? Did someone steal your bra or what?”
Meera looked around nervously and whispered urgently, “Speak softly! I don’t want the whole world to know I am braless right now. It was an accident at the office. Please stop teasing me.”
Chotu nodded but couldn’t hide his smile. He kept stealing glances at her chest as she got into the auto.
Meera reached her community gate and got down. As she started walking towards her building, Chotu suddenly appeared again on his scooter.
“Didi, wait!”
Meera turned, irritated. “What now?”
"Do you need anything today ?"
She replied yes bring some milk please.
Chotu was staring at her chest with a naughty smile. The humidity had caused her to sweat and kurti was sticking to her boobs.
“It is good to see them again today… just in one day,” he said, looking at her chest meaningfully.
Meera frowned. “What do you mean ‘again in one day’?”
Chotu took out his phone and showed her a photo he had secretly taken earlier — Meera standing in the kitchen washing plates, her white T-shirt completely wet and transparent, her bare breasts and dark nipples clearly visible.
Meera’s face turned pale. Her eyes welled up with tears.
“You… you took my photo?” she whispered, voice breaking. “I trusted you, Chotu. I thought you were my friend.”
Chotu’s smile faded slightly, but he still tried to act innocent.
“Didi, I’m sorry… I just wanted to show you. You were looking so beautiful.”
Meera felt betrayed. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You are shameless!” "Whom all you have shown this" she said angrily and walked away without looking back.
A few minutes later, Chotu came to her door with a packet of milk, trying to apologize.
Meera opened the door slightly, still hurt.
“I dont need any milk. Please go away,” she said coldly and closed the door in his face.
Meera leaned against the closed door, her heart pounding with a storm of emotions — anger, shame, and a deep sense of betrayal. Tears stung her eyes. How could Chotu do this? She had trusted him like a younger brother.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
She wiped her tears angrily and opened the door, ready to scold him.
But Chotu was already walking away down the corridor. On the floor right in front of her door lay his phone.
Meera stared at it, confused. She picked it up and called out softly, “Chotu…”
He stopped and turned back. His face looked guilty and sad.
“I… I left it there on purpose,” he said quietly. “You can check my phone, didi. I took that photo only because I thought you looked so beautiful. I had no bad intention. I swear. You are the only person who cares for me. Even the underwear you bought for me… no one has ever done something like that for me.”
Meera looked at him for a long moment. His eyes were sincere. She felt her anger soften a little.
She handed him the phone.
“Delete it right now. In front of me,” she said firmly.
Chotu nodded quickly. He opened the gallery, showed her the photo.
But before he could delete the photo, Meera spoke again, her voice hesitant.
“Wait… send it to me on Telegram first. Before deleting.”
Chotu looked surprised, but he did as she asked. He forwarded the photo to her on Telegram and then deleted it from his gallery.
Meera felt a strange mix of shame and curiosity as she saw the photo appear in her chat. She quickly closed it.
Chotu looked at her with sad eyes. “I’m really sorry, didi. I won’t do anything like this again.”
He turned to leave.
That night, Ajay came home very late. He looked exhausted, ate dinner in silence, then he told he is travelling to Kerala for a week and went straight to bed. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.
Meera lay beside him, unable to sleep. She picked up her phone and opened Telegram. There were dozens of sorry messages from Chotu below the photo he had sent. She looked at her photo her boobs were visible well in that pic. He had seen my boobs very well she thought. She looked at his messages
Chotu: Didi I’m so sorry…
Chotu: I should not have taken that photo.
Chotu: Please forgive me. I will beg on you feet pleas talk to me.
Chotu: You are the only good thing in my life.
Meera stared at the messages for a long time. Finally, she typed:
Meera: Still you took my photo without telling me. What else have you done with me? I want to know everything. Tell me the truth.
Chotu replied almost instantly.
Chotu: I will tell you everything, didi. I promise I will not hide anything anymore.
He started typing. The messages came one after another.
Chotu: That day when there was the water problem… when you came out in the towel… I saw a lot. When the towel slipped near the door, I saw your full bare ass. It was so round and soft. The crack between your cheeks was clearly visible. But he hid the fact that he caused the water problem
Meera’s breath caught. She read every word carefully.
Chotu: When you came out after bath in that white T-shirt… I saw your boobs very clearly. They were hanging down when you bent to pick the envelope. Your nipples were dark and hard. I could even see the brown part around them.
Chotu: When you hugged me after getting the interview letter… I felt your soft breasts pressing against me. No bra. It felt so warm.
Meera’s face was burning. She was lying next to her sleeping husband, reading these confessions, and her body was reacting.
Chotu: And that day when you were changing clothes in the bedroom… the door was not fully closed.I was not able to hear what you were saying so I was looking in your direction. I saw everything through the gap. I saw you removing your kurti. I saw your boobs when you took krti off. Then you removed your leggings. Your pink panty looked so tight on your ass. Then you removed your bra… your breasts came out so beautifully. They were swinging when you bent. I saw you completely naked for many seconds. I saw your pussy also… it looked so smooth and beautiful.
Meera’s eyes widened. She had no idea he had seen her fully naked while changing. She felt a rush of shame, but also a strange, forbidden arousal.
Meera: You saw me completely naked? And you never told me?
Chotu: I was scared you would get angry and stop talking to me. I swear I never showed it to anyone. It was only for me. You are so beautiful didi… I couldn’t take my eyes off.
Meera’s breathing became heavier. She felt her pussy getting wet.
Meera: Shameless… you saw everything of me.
Chotu: Yes didi. I am sorry. When you were washing plates and your T-shirt became wet… I saw your boobs completely. Your nipples were so dark and hard. I wanted to touch them so badly I was feeling something as I had seen you naked I never felt like that before.
Meera: And when I was walking outside today… was it very visible that I was braless?
Chotu: Yes didi. It was very visible. Your boobs were bouncing a lot. Your nipples were poking out clearly.
Meera bit her lip hard. She was shocked, embarrassed, and strangely turned on by his honest, detailed confession.
Meera: You are really shameless, Chotu. You saw me naked, saw my boobs, my ass, my pussy… and you never told me.
Chotu: I’m sorry didi. But I couldn’t stop looking. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect.
Meera listened to every word, her body growing hotter with each confession.
She didn’t stop him. She didn’t scold him anymore.
Instead, she kept asking questions, wanting to know exactly what he had seen and how it made him feel.
Meera: So you have seen me fully nude… you even took my photo. How do I trust you? What if you have shared it with someone else?
She sent the message and quickly got up. She was too aroused to stay still. She tiptoed to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and removed her panty. Her pussy was dripping wet. She sat on the toilet for a moment, trying to calm herself, wiping gently between her legs.
When she came back to bed and picked up her phone, there were already more than 15 messages from Chotu.
Chotu: Didi please don’t think like that…
Chotu: I swear on my mother I haven’t shown it to anyone.
Chotu: I’m really sorry… I was stupid.
Chotu: Please reply didi… I’m getting scared.
Chotu: If you don’t trust me, I dont know how to convince you.
Then came a photo.
Meera opened it and gasped.
It was a selfie of Chotu. He was standing completely naked on a dark street near a bridge. His thin body was fully exposed. His small, semi-hard dick was clearly visible. He looked desperate and vulnerable, holding the phone with one hand while covering his face slightly with the other.
Chotu: See didi… I am sending you my nude photo. If you ever feel I can blackmail you, you can use this against me. I trust you completely. I would never harm you.
Meera stared at the photo, shocked. A young boy standing naked on a public street at night just to prove his innocence to her. Despite everything, she found it strangely cute and funny.
She replied:
Meera: Why are you naked on the street, you fool?!
Chotu: I was messaging you from here. I didn’t know how to convince you. I felt very bad. If you think I can blackmail you, now you have my nude also. We are equal.
Meera couldn’t stop herself from laughing softly in the dark room. His logic was so innocent and childish.
Meera: You are such a big fool, Chotu. I had gone to the bathroom, that’s why I didn’t reply. I am not angry.
Chotu: You are saying this now to calm me down. I was about to jump from the bridge if you hadn’t replied.
Meera: I am telling the truth. I really went to the bathroom. I even removed my panties because I was feeling uncomfortable. That’s why there was a delay.
Chotu was not convinced , you are angry at me. I know. Whatever she said he was not convinced
Meera’s heart skipped. A bold, mischievous thought entered her mind.
She got up quietly, went to the bathroom again, and took a photo of her removed pink panty hanging on the hook. But instead of sending just that, she typed:
Meera: You shameless boy… you don't believe me right. see the proof.
Chotu: How do I believe it is the same panty
A playful smile touched Meera’s lips as she leaned in. "Do you want to see what’s under my skirt right now?" she teased. Before he could answer, she pulled back slightly. "Go home and message me then. You naked boy."
A few minutes later, Meera’s phone vibrated again.
Chotu: Didi, I reached home safely.
Meera, still lying awake beside her sleeping husband, replied quickly.
Meera: So quickly? Show me proof.
Chotu sent a selfie almost immediately. He was standing completely naked inside his small, modest room. The photo showed his thin body, flat stomach, and his small, semi-hard dick hanging between his legs. The lighting was dim, but everything was clearly visible.
Meera’s eyes widened. She felt a fresh rush of heat between her thighs.
Meera: You are still naked? You fool!
Chotu: You told me to go home naked, na? So I walked all the way like this.
Meera: I never said that! I was just teasing you.
Chotu: But I took it seriously. I thought this was my punishment for breaking your trust.
Meera stared at the message, stunned. She imagined Chotu walking through the streets completely naked just to prove his loyalty. A strange mix of concern, amusement, and arousal filled her.
Meera: What if someone had seen you? You could have been in big trouble!
Chotu: I don’t know, didi. I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted you to trust me again. I would do anything for you.
Meera felt a strange warmth in her chest. This silly, innocent boy had taken such a big risk for her. She typed softly:
Meera: You are crazy, Chotu. But thank you. I believe you now. Come home early tomorrow morning by 6:30 with milk. And listen carefully — come fully clothed, okay? Not like Tarzan.
Chotu: Yes didi ? I will come properly dressed.
Meera smiled and finally fell asleep, her body still buzzing with the events of the day.
The next morning, Ajay woke up very early at 5:20 AM. He had to leave for an urgent trip to Kerala for his secret mission. He closed the main door but didn’t lock it . It remained closed but not bolted.
Chotu had woken up early too. He had seen Ajay leaving on his two-wheeler from his shop window. His heart beat faster. He quickly packed a packet of fresh milk and headed towards Meera’s flat.
He reached her door at 6:25 AM and knocked softly. No response. He knocked again. Still nothing.
The door was not fully closed. Chotu gently pushed it. It swung open silently.
He stepped inside cautiously.
“Didi…?” he called softly.
No answer.
He walked further into the flat and reached the bedroom door, which was also slightly open. The sight inside made him freeze.
Meera was still fast asleep on her side, facing away from the door. She was wearing only Ajay’s loose white T-shirt and her blue skirt. During the night, the skirt had ridden up high on her waist, completely exposing her smooth, round ass and her shaved pussy. Her legs were slightly parted. The morning light coming through the window fell beautifully on her naked lower body.
Chotu’s mouth went dry. His small dick instantly hardened inside his shorts. He stood there, unable to move, staring at Meera’s exposed pussy and ass.
After a few seconds, he gathered courage and called softly, “Meera didi…”
Meera stirred in her sleep. She turned slowly onto her back. As she moved, her skirt rode up even higher, bunching completely around her waist. Now her full front was exposed — her smooth, puffy pussy lips clearly visible, slightly glistening in the morning light.
Chotu’s eyes were glued between her legs. He could see everything.
Meera slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Chotu standing right next to her bed, staring at her exposed pussy with wide eyes.
She gasped and quickly tried to pull her skirt down, but in her sleepy state, she only managed to make it worse. The skirt stayed bunched up.
She gasped and sat up quickly.
“Chotu! What are you doing here?!” she whispered sharply, pulling her skirt down to cover herself.
Chotu looked nervous but smiled shyly.
“Didi… you asked me to come home with milk at 6:30. I came as you said.”
Meera blinked, still half-asleep. “I asked you to bring milk… not to come inside the room and stand next to my bed like this!”
She adjusted her skirt properly, covering her thighs. Her face was red with embarrassment.
“You are taking all opportunities, Tarzan,” she teased, trying to hide her shyness.
Chotu scratched his head innocently. “Sorry didi… the door was open.”
Meera sighed. “Go to the kitchen and make tea for me. I’ll freshen up.”
Chotu nodded obediently and went to the kitchen.
Meera got up, still feeling the wetness between her legs from last night’s messages. She went into the bathroom, took a quick bath, and came out wrapped in a small white towel that barely covered her breasts and reached just below her ass.
She looked around the room. Chotu was not there. She called out softly, “Chotu?”
He came from the kitchen holding a cup of tea. The moment he saw her in just the towel, his eyes widened. He quickly turned his face away.
“Sorry didi…” he mumbled.
Meera shrugged casually, feeling a strange boldness.
“There is nothing more left for you to see from my body, Chotu. You have already seen everything,” she said with a playful smirk.
Chotu blushed but stayed turned away.
Meera continued, “Today is my off day. I need to go for some shopping. Get me clothes from the wardrobe.”
Chotu went to the cupboard and picked a simple cream kurti and white leggings. He handed them to her without looking.
Meera took the clothes and teased him again.
“You want me to go without bra and panties as well?” she asked mischievously.
Chotu’s ears turned red. “No didi… I am sorry.”
Meera laughed softly. “Okay, go out now. Let me change.”
Chotu walked out of the bedroom but didn’t close the door completely. Meera noticed it but didn’t say anything. She let the door stay slightly open.
She stood facing away from the door and slowly removed her towel. Her completely naked body was now visible through the gap. Her heavy breasts hung freely, dark nipples stiff in the morning air. Her round ass and smooth pussy were clearly on display.
She looked sideways towards the door. Chotu was standing in the living room, deliberately looking away, trying to be respectful. Meera smiled to herself. She felt strangely safe and playful with him.
She first picked up the new black lace panty and bent forward to step into it. Her ass pushed out beautifully as she pulled the panty up her thighs. The thin lace settled tightly over her pussy, the back string disappearing between her ass cheeks.
Then she wore the matching black lace bra. She hooked it at the back, adjusting her breasts inside the cups. The bra pushed them up, creating deep, tempting cleavage.
Finally, she wore the cream kurti and white leggings. The leggings were slightly transparent, hugging her thighs and ass snugly.
She came out fully dressed and saw Chotu still standing respectfully, looking away.
“You can turn now, Tarzan,” she teased.
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