07-05-2026, 11:32 AM
The party was now in full swing. The music had grown louder and more rhythmic, the lights softer and more seductive. Meera had finished her second cocktail. The alcohol was hitting her gently but steadily — a warm, pleasant buzz spreading through her body, loosening her limbs and softening her inhibitions.
She stood beside Shankar near the edge of the open dance floor, her body swaying unconsciously to the beat. Her hips moved in small, natural circles, and her hands rose slightly, fingers tracing the air as the song pulsed around them. The indigo blue tube dress clung to her curves, the thigh-high slit opening teasingly with every sway of her hips.
Shankar watched her with a quiet smile.
“Seems like you’re getting confident with the dress now,” he said, his voice low and amused.
Meera turned to him, her eyes slightly glassy from the drinks. A soft, tipsy laugh escaped her lips.
“Yeah… I feel like dancing,” she admitted, still moving her hips gently to the rhythm. “The dress doesn’t feel so scary anymore.”
Shankar chuckled, stepping a little closer.
“You were so worried earlier that your dress might slip,” he reminded her, his gaze drifting briefly to her deep cleavage before returning to her face.
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but the alcohol made her bolder. She leaned in slightly, her voice playful and slurred just a touch.
“Here, all these girls are wearing much less than me,” she said, gesturing vaguely toward the dance floor where women in tiny dresses and bikinis moved freely. “Your eyes keep following them. Your interest is clearly there.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, amused.
Meera continued, her words coming out more freely than she would normally allow.
“People are all watching the dance on the stage… but only you are watching me. You’ve already seen more than this today anyway, right?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Meera realized what she had said. Her eyes widened in embarrassment.
“Oops…” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Shankar’s smile deepened. He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a intimate murmur only she could hear.
“I won’t tell a soul,” he assured her. “But yes… I did see more than this today. And I have to say, Meera, you looked breathtaking then too.”
Meera’s face burned hotter. She looked down at her dress, then back up at him, the alcohol making her words tumble out before she could stop them.
“I can’t believe I did that… standing there in just my bra and panty in front of all those people. I still can’t believe I agreed to it.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of admiration and something more primal.
“You were brave,” he said softly. “And honest. That’s rare. Most people would have crumbled. You stepped up and saved the entire deal.”
Meera swayed a little closer to the music, her hips moving more freely now. The slit in her dress opened wider, revealing more of her smooth thigh. She felt the eyes of several guests on her, but Shankar’s presence made her feel strangely safe.
She looked up at him again, her voice soft and tipsy.
“Do you think I looked… okay? When I was standing there like that?”
Shankar’s gaze dropped slowly down her body — from her deep cleavage, over the curve of her waist, to the slit showing her leg — before meeting her eyes again.
“You looked more than okay, Meera,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “You looked beautiful. Confident. Desirable.”
Meera’s breath caught. She felt a warm flutter low in her belly. The combination of alcohol, the revealing dress, the praise, and the memory of standing nearly naked earlier in the day was making her head spin in the most dangerous way.
She took another small sip of her drink, her body still moving gently to the music.
“Careful, sir,” she said with a shy, tipsy smile. “If you keep talking like that, I might start believing you.”
Shankar’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and excused himself politely.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told Meera. “There’s someone I need to speak with. Stay here and enjoy yourself. Don’t wander too far.”
Meera nodded, but as soon as Shankar walked away, she felt exposed. The party was in full swing — loud music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol in the air. She decided to walk around a little, hoping the movement would help her relax.
She moved through the crowd slowly, her indigo blue tube dress hugging every curve. The thigh-high slit opened with each step, revealing flashes of her smooth leg. She kept one hand lightly on the hem, worried the dress might ride up too much.
Everywhere she looked, she saw faces she recognized only from TV and magazines — actors, singers, businessmen, and politicians. The realization that she was actually here, among them, made her head spin.
Then she saw him.
Prem.
The Bollywood actor she had a massive crush on during her college days. Tall, handsome, with that signature charming smile and intense eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She had spent countless nights fantasizing about him — silly, romantic, and sometimes very explicit dreams.
And now he was right in front of her.
Prem was standing near the pool area with a young, stunning model. The rumour Meera had read in gossip columns was apparently true — he had left his wife and was now openly with this new girl. The model was wearing a maroon tube dress similar to Meera’s, but shorter and more daring.
Meera’s steps slowed. She watched as Prem hugged the model from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist. The girl was holding a drink in her hand, laughing. Prem leaned in and took a sip directly from her glass while his hands roamed boldly over her body.
Meera’s breath caught.
One of Prem’s hands slid up and openly fondled the model’s boob over the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed it casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while continuing to talk to someone nearby. The model didn’t seem to mind — she leaned back into him with a playful smile. Meera realised the girl is wearing a dress similar to her color is different otherwise almost same.
Meera felt a strange rush of emotions. Jealousy. Curiosity. A forbidden thrill.
She remembered her old college fantasies about Prem. In her favourite fantasy, they got stuck together in a dense forest during a heavy monsoon rain. She would be wearing a thin white saree that became completely transparent when wet, clinging to her body like a second skin. Her dark nipples and the outline of her pink panty would be clearly visible. Prem would watch her as she bathed under a small waterfall, water streaming down her curves. Later, in a small forest hut, he would slowly peel the wet saree off her body, his hands roaming over her wet skin. He would suck on her boobs hungrily, his mouth hot against her cold nipples, before making her completely naked and taking her passionately on the floor, the rain pouring outside.. She always had orgasm thinking about that fantasy.
Ajay used to tease her mercilessly about that fantasy whenever he found out.
Now, seeing Prem in real life — openly fondling another woman’s boobs in public — made those old fantasies feel both childish and intensely real.
Meera took a few hesitant steps closer, drawn by a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. She wanted to say hello, to tell him she was a big fan, but her legs felt heavy.
Prem noticed her approaching. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, appreciating the indigo blue tube dress and the way it clung to her figure. A slow, charming smile spread across his face.
Before Meera could speak, Shankar returned and gently placed a hand on her lower back.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Meera nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on Prem and the model.
Shankar was in the middle of saying something when a familiar, deep voice called out from a few feet away.
“Shankar beta! You are here!”
Meera turned and felt her breath catch.
It was Prem.
Prem walked over with a warm smile, accompanied by a stunning young woman clinging to his arm — Shalini, the model whose name Meera had read repeatedly in gossip columns.
“Shankar beta, come here!” Prem said, pulling Shankar into a friendly hug. “It’s been too long.”
Shankar smiled and hugged him back. “Prem sir, good to see you.”
Prem’s eyes then shifted to Meera. He looked her up and down appreciatively, taking in the tight tube dress, her deep cleavage, and the way the fabric hugged her curves.
“And who is this beautiful lady?” Prem asked, his signature charming smile directed at her.
Shankar placed a light hand on Meera’s lower back.
“This is Meera,” he said smoothly. “She is a friend and coworker.”
Prem raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“Girlfriend?” he asked teasingly.
Shankar laughed lightly. “No, no. Just a coworker.”
Prem shook his head with mock disappointment.
“Such a beautiful heroine and you say she is just a coworker? In the old days, we used to have heroines like this — natural beauty, graceful, innocent face with a killer figure. You would have made a perfect heroine, Meera.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed bright red. She felt a rush of old memories — the posters of Prem on her bedroom walls during college, the late-night fantasies she used to have about him.
“I… I am a big fan of yours, sir,” she said shyly, her voice soft. “I had a lot of your posters on my bedroom walls back in college.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt even more embarrassed. Her cheeks burned hotter.
Prem’s smile widened, clearly pleased.
“Is that so? Then I’m honoured,” he said, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary. “Let me get drinks for both the beautiful ladies.”
He turned to the bar and returned shortly with two colourful cocktails. Unseen by Meera and Shankar, he had discreetly dropped a small tablet into each glass — a mild substance that would gradually reduce inhibitions and heighten sensations.
“Here you go,” Prem said, handing one glass to Meera and the other to Shalini.
Meera accepted the drink politely and took a small sip. It tasted sweet and slightly fruity. She didn’t notice anything unusual.
They continued talking casually. Prem was charming and attentive, asking Meera about her work and how she ended up working with Shankar. Shalini stood beside him, smiling but mostly quiet, occasionally sipping her own drink.
Meera felt a strange warmth spreading through her body as she drank. The alcohol mixed with the tablet was beginning to take effect — making her feel lighter, bolder, and a little less self-conscious about her revealing dress.
The conversation flowed easily between the four of them, but Meera’s attention kept drifting to Prem’s hands.
They never left Shalini’s body.
While talking and laughing, Prem’s right hand remained possessively on Shalini’s chest, openly mauling her boob over the thin maroon tube dress. His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Shalini didn’t seem bothered — she leaned back into him with a playful smile, occasionally sipping her drink.
Meera’s eyes kept flicking to that hand. She felt a strange mix of shock, embarrassment, and an unwelcome spark of heat low in her belly.
Prem noticed her gaze and grinned.
“Shalini has some pain here,” he said casually, giving her boob another firm squeeze. “She asked me to massage it for her. Doctor’s orders.”
Shankar burst out laughing at the obvious lie. Prem joined in, clearly enjoying the moment.
Meera’s face turned bright red. She looked away, feeling intensely shy.
Shalini slapped Prem’s hand lightly, laughing. “Liar! Stop making up stories.”
Prem didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the side of Shalini’s neck from behind, his fingers still working her boob.
“I have magic in my hands,” he continued, his voice smooth and confident. “In the old days, every heroine wished for a co-star like me. Right, Meera?”
Meera gave a shy, hesitant nod, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Shalini rolled her eyes playfully. “He’s lying. There’s no magic.”
Prem’s smile turned wicked. In one swift, practiced motion, he hooked his fingers into the neckline of Shalini’s maroon tube dress and pulled it down below her boobs in a single snap.
Shalini’s bare boobs spilled out into the open air.
They were firm, perky, with small pink nipples that were already slightly hard. They bounced once from the sudden movement and settled beautifully on her chest, fully exposed in front of Meera and Shankar.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She froze, unable to look away.
Prem continued as if nothing unusual had happened, his hands now openly cupping and fondling Shalini’s naked boobs, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Prem didn’t miss a beat. His hands immediately returned to her naked boobs, cupping them from below, lifting and squeezing them openly. His thumbs circled her pink nipples, flicking them gently, making them even harder.
“See?” he said with a smirk, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “She came prepared for a proper massage.”. “Tell me, Meera… are you wearing a bra right now?”
Meera’s throat went dry. She hesitated.
Prem turned to Shankar with a playful grin.
“What do you think, Shankar? Is she wearing a bra?”
“…Yes. I am wearing one.” Meera replied.
Shankar chuckled, his eyes flicking briefly to Meera’s chest.
“I believe she is,” he replied smoothly.
Prem’s hands continued to massage Shalini’s bare boobs, squeezing them gently, lifting them, letting them bounce back.
“She’s not wearing one because she wants my magic,” he said, his tone teasing but possessive. “Right, baby?”
Shalini laughed softly but didn’t pull her dress back up. She seemed completely comfortable being topless in front of them.
Meera stood there, stunned. She had just watched Prem casually expose his girlfriend’s boobs in the middle of a crowded party, right in front of her and Shankar. The casualness of it, the complete lack of shame, left her speechless.
Her own boobs felt heavier inside her bra. The memory of standing nearly naked in the conference room earlier that day flashed in her mind. Now she was watching another woman’s boobs being openly fondled just a few feet away.
Prem’s charming smile never left his face as he looked at Meera with playful interest.
“So, Meera… do you have any wish tonight?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “Anything you want from your favourite actor?”
Meera’s heart fluttered. The alcohol and the strange, charged atmosphere of the party made her bolder than usual.
“I… I would like to take a photo with you,” she said shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “If that’s okay.”
Prem’s grin widened.
“Of course! Come here.”
He gestured for her to join him. Shalini was still standing close on his left, her maroon tube dress still pulled down below her boobs, her firm, perky tits completely exposed. Prem casually kept one arm around Shalini’s waist while extending the other toward Meera.
“Shankar, be a good friend and take the picture for us,” Prem said.
Shankar took the phone from his pocket with a small smile and stepped back, aiming the camera at them.
Prem positioned himself in the middle. He put his left arm around Shalini’s waist and his right arm around Meera’s waist, pulling both women close against his body.
Shalini was on his left, still topless, her boobs pressed lightly against his side. Her pink nipples were stiff from the cool night air and Prem’s earlier fondling. Shalini said a second and she pulled up her dress which was tight to pull up because of her boobs.
Meera was on his right, still wearing her indigo blue tube dress, but she could feel the heat of Prem’s hand resting possessively on her hip and caressing her.
“Smile, ladies,” Prem said, squeezing both of them closer.
Shalini smiled confidently, completely comfortable being half-naked. Meera tried to smile too, but her body was tense. She was acutely aware of Prem’s strong arm around her, the way her boobs were pushed up by the tight dress, and how close she was standing to a man she had fantasized about for years.
Shankar clicked the first picture.
Then he paused, looking at the screen.
“Shalini… your nipple is slipping out again,” he said casually, pointing at her left boob.
One of Shalini’s pink nipples had popped out completely from the bunched-up dress. She giggled shyly and used her fingers to tuck it back under the fabric, though the dress was still pulled down below her boobs.
Meera watched the casual correction and felt a strange confusion. Shalini had just been standing topless in front of them for several minutes — why was she suddenly shy about a nipple slip now?
Before Shankar could take another photo, Prem winked at him mischievously.
In one swift, practiced motion, Prem yanked both women’s dresses downward.
Shalini’s dress was already below her nipples, so it slid down easily to her waist, leaving her completely topless again.
Meera’s tube dress, however, was still properly on. Prem’s strong pull dragged it down in one sudden motion — past her boobs, over her waist, and all the way to her hips.
Meera shrieked in shock.
Her strapless blue bra was now fully exposed, along with a generous amount of her cleavage and the upper curves of her boobs. The dress bunched around her waist, leaving her upper body almost bare except for the bra.
Shankar’s phone stopped clicking the pics — after capturing multiple photos in quick succession.
One showed Shalini fully topless, smiling confidently.
Another showed Meera with her dress pulled down to her waist, standing in her blue bra, her boobs pushed up and spilling slightly over the cups, her eyes wide with surprise.
Meera gasped and immediately brought both hands up to cover her chest, trying to pull the dress back up. But in her flustered state, she only managed to bunch the fabric around her midriff, leaving her bra and a lot of cleavage still visible.
Prem laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the moment.
Shalini giggled beside him, making no effort to cover her own bare boobs.
Meera’s face was burning with embarrassment. Her heart was racing. She could feel the cool night air on her exposed skin and the weight of everyone’s eyes on her.
Yet… because of the mild substance Prem had slipped into her drink earlier, the intense shame she expected to feel was strangely muted. Instead, there was a warm, hazy thrill running through her body.
She playfully slapped Prem’s arm.
“You are so naughty!” she said, half-scolding, half-laughing, still trying to pull her dress back up with one hand while covering her chest with the other.
Prem grinned, unrepentant.
“What? I thought you wanted a memorable photo with your favourite actor.”
Meera finally managed to tug the dress back up over her bra, though the neckline now sat a little lower than before, showing more cleavage. Her boobs were still heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline and arousal.
She stood beside Shankar near the edge of the open dance floor, her body swaying unconsciously to the beat. Her hips moved in small, natural circles, and her hands rose slightly, fingers tracing the air as the song pulsed around them. The indigo blue tube dress clung to her curves, the thigh-high slit opening teasingly with every sway of her hips.
Shankar watched her with a quiet smile.
“Seems like you’re getting confident with the dress now,” he said, his voice low and amused.
Meera turned to him, her eyes slightly glassy from the drinks. A soft, tipsy laugh escaped her lips.
“Yeah… I feel like dancing,” she admitted, still moving her hips gently to the rhythm. “The dress doesn’t feel so scary anymore.”
Shankar chuckled, stepping a little closer.
“You were so worried earlier that your dress might slip,” he reminded her, his gaze drifting briefly to her deep cleavage before returning to her face.
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but the alcohol made her bolder. She leaned in slightly, her voice playful and slurred just a touch.
“Here, all these girls are wearing much less than me,” she said, gesturing vaguely toward the dance floor where women in tiny dresses and bikinis moved freely. “Your eyes keep following them. Your interest is clearly there.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, amused.
Meera continued, her words coming out more freely than she would normally allow.
“People are all watching the dance on the stage… but only you are watching me. You’ve already seen more than this today anyway, right?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Meera realized what she had said. Her eyes widened in embarrassment.
“Oops…” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “Don’t tell anyone.”
Shankar’s smile deepened. He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a intimate murmur only she could hear.
“I won’t tell a soul,” he assured her. “But yes… I did see more than this today. And I have to say, Meera, you looked breathtaking then too.”
Meera’s face burned hotter. She looked down at her dress, then back up at him, the alcohol making her words tumble out before she could stop them.
“I can’t believe I did that… standing there in just my bra and panty in front of all those people. I still can’t believe I agreed to it.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of admiration and something more primal.
“You were brave,” he said softly. “And honest. That’s rare. Most people would have crumbled. You stepped up and saved the entire deal.”
Meera swayed a little closer to the music, her hips moving more freely now. The slit in her dress opened wider, revealing more of her smooth thigh. She felt the eyes of several guests on her, but Shankar’s presence made her feel strangely safe.
She looked up at him again, her voice soft and tipsy.
“Do you think I looked… okay? When I was standing there like that?”
Shankar’s gaze dropped slowly down her body — from her deep cleavage, over the curve of her waist, to the slit showing her leg — before meeting her eyes again.
“You looked more than okay, Meera,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “You looked beautiful. Confident. Desirable.”
Meera’s breath caught. She felt a warm flutter low in her belly. The combination of alcohol, the revealing dress, the praise, and the memory of standing nearly naked earlier in the day was making her head spin in the most dangerous way.
She took another small sip of her drink, her body still moving gently to the music.
“Careful, sir,” she said with a shy, tipsy smile. “If you keep talking like that, I might start believing you.”
Shankar’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and excused himself politely.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told Meera. “There’s someone I need to speak with. Stay here and enjoy yourself. Don’t wander too far.”
Meera nodded, but as soon as Shankar walked away, she felt exposed. The party was in full swing — loud music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol in the air. She decided to walk around a little, hoping the movement would help her relax.
She moved through the crowd slowly, her indigo blue tube dress hugging every curve. The thigh-high slit opened with each step, revealing flashes of her smooth leg. She kept one hand lightly on the hem, worried the dress might ride up too much.
Everywhere she looked, she saw faces she recognized only from TV and magazines — actors, singers, businessmen, and politicians. The realization that she was actually here, among them, made her head spin.
Then she saw him.
Prem.
The Bollywood actor she had a massive crush on during her college days. Tall, handsome, with that signature charming smile and intense eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She had spent countless nights fantasizing about him — silly, romantic, and sometimes very explicit dreams.
And now he was right in front of her.
Prem was standing near the pool area with a young, stunning model. The rumour Meera had read in gossip columns was apparently true — he had left his wife and was now openly with this new girl. The model was wearing a maroon tube dress similar to Meera’s, but shorter and more daring.
Meera’s steps slowed. She watched as Prem hugged the model from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist. The girl was holding a drink in her hand, laughing. Prem leaned in and took a sip directly from her glass while his hands roamed boldly over her body.
Meera’s breath caught.
One of Prem’s hands slid up and openly fondled the model’s boob over the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed it casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while continuing to talk to someone nearby. The model didn’t seem to mind — she leaned back into him with a playful smile. Meera realised the girl is wearing a dress similar to her color is different otherwise almost same.
Meera felt a strange rush of emotions. Jealousy. Curiosity. A forbidden thrill.
She remembered her old college fantasies about Prem. In her favourite fantasy, they got stuck together in a dense forest during a heavy monsoon rain. She would be wearing a thin white saree that became completely transparent when wet, clinging to her body like a second skin. Her dark nipples and the outline of her pink panty would be clearly visible. Prem would watch her as she bathed under a small waterfall, water streaming down her curves. Later, in a small forest hut, he would slowly peel the wet saree off her body, his hands roaming over her wet skin. He would suck on her boobs hungrily, his mouth hot against her cold nipples, before making her completely naked and taking her passionately on the floor, the rain pouring outside.. She always had orgasm thinking about that fantasy.
Ajay used to tease her mercilessly about that fantasy whenever he found out.
Now, seeing Prem in real life — openly fondling another woman’s boobs in public — made those old fantasies feel both childish and intensely real.
Meera took a few hesitant steps closer, drawn by a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. She wanted to say hello, to tell him she was a big fan, but her legs felt heavy.
Prem noticed her approaching. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, appreciating the indigo blue tube dress and the way it clung to her figure. A slow, charming smile spread across his face.
Before Meera could speak, Shankar returned and gently placed a hand on her lower back.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
Meera nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on Prem and the model.
Shankar was in the middle of saying something when a familiar, deep voice called out from a few feet away.
“Shankar beta! You are here!”
Meera turned and felt her breath catch.
It was Prem.
Prem walked over with a warm smile, accompanied by a stunning young woman clinging to his arm — Shalini, the model whose name Meera had read repeatedly in gossip columns.
“Shankar beta, come here!” Prem said, pulling Shankar into a friendly hug. “It’s been too long.”
Shankar smiled and hugged him back. “Prem sir, good to see you.”
Prem’s eyes then shifted to Meera. He looked her up and down appreciatively, taking in the tight tube dress, her deep cleavage, and the way the fabric hugged her curves.
“And who is this beautiful lady?” Prem asked, his signature charming smile directed at her.
Shankar placed a light hand on Meera’s lower back.
“This is Meera,” he said smoothly. “She is a friend and coworker.”
Prem raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“Girlfriend?” he asked teasingly.
Shankar laughed lightly. “No, no. Just a coworker.”
Prem shook his head with mock disappointment.
“Such a beautiful heroine and you say she is just a coworker? In the old days, we used to have heroines like this — natural beauty, graceful, innocent face with a killer figure. You would have made a perfect heroine, Meera.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed bright red. She felt a rush of old memories — the posters of Prem on her bedroom walls during college, the late-night fantasies she used to have about him.
“I… I am a big fan of yours, sir,” she said shyly, her voice soft. “I had a lot of your posters on my bedroom walls back in college.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt even more embarrassed. Her cheeks burned hotter.
Prem’s smile widened, clearly pleased.
“Is that so? Then I’m honoured,” he said, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer than necessary. “Let me get drinks for both the beautiful ladies.”
He turned to the bar and returned shortly with two colourful cocktails. Unseen by Meera and Shankar, he had discreetly dropped a small tablet into each glass — a mild substance that would gradually reduce inhibitions and heighten sensations.
“Here you go,” Prem said, handing one glass to Meera and the other to Shalini.
Meera accepted the drink politely and took a small sip. It tasted sweet and slightly fruity. She didn’t notice anything unusual.
They continued talking casually. Prem was charming and attentive, asking Meera about her work and how she ended up working with Shankar. Shalini stood beside him, smiling but mostly quiet, occasionally sipping her own drink.
Meera felt a strange warmth spreading through her body as she drank. The alcohol mixed with the tablet was beginning to take effect — making her feel lighter, bolder, and a little less self-conscious about her revealing dress.
The conversation flowed easily between the four of them, but Meera’s attention kept drifting to Prem’s hands.
They never left Shalini’s body.
While talking and laughing, Prem’s right hand remained possessively on Shalini’s chest, openly mauling her boob over the thin maroon tube dress. His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Shalini didn’t seem bothered — she leaned back into him with a playful smile, occasionally sipping her drink.
Meera’s eyes kept flicking to that hand. She felt a strange mix of shock, embarrassment, and an unwelcome spark of heat low in her belly.
Prem noticed her gaze and grinned.
“Shalini has some pain here,” he said casually, giving her boob another firm squeeze. “She asked me to massage it for her. Doctor’s orders.”
Shankar burst out laughing at the obvious lie. Prem joined in, clearly enjoying the moment.
Meera’s face turned bright red. She looked away, feeling intensely shy.
Shalini slapped Prem’s hand lightly, laughing. “Liar! Stop making up stories.”
Prem didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the side of Shalini’s neck from behind, his fingers still working her boob.
“I have magic in my hands,” he continued, his voice smooth and confident. “In the old days, every heroine wished for a co-star like me. Right, Meera?”
Meera gave a shy, hesitant nod, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t bring herself to speak.
Shalini rolled her eyes playfully. “He’s lying. There’s no magic.”
Prem’s smile turned wicked. In one swift, practiced motion, he hooked his fingers into the neckline of Shalini’s maroon tube dress and pulled it down below her boobs in a single snap.
Shalini’s bare boobs spilled out into the open air.
They were firm, perky, with small pink nipples that were already slightly hard. They bounced once from the sudden movement and settled beautifully on her chest, fully exposed in front of Meera and Shankar.
Meera’s eyes widened in shock. She froze, unable to look away.
Prem continued as if nothing unusual had happened, his hands now openly cupping and fondling Shalini’s naked boobs, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Prem didn’t miss a beat. His hands immediately returned to her naked boobs, cupping them from below, lifting and squeezing them openly. His thumbs circled her pink nipples, flicking them gently, making them even harder.
“See?” he said with a smirk, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “She came prepared for a proper massage.”. “Tell me, Meera… are you wearing a bra right now?”
Meera’s throat went dry. She hesitated.
Prem turned to Shankar with a playful grin.
“What do you think, Shankar? Is she wearing a bra?”
“…Yes. I am wearing one.” Meera replied.
Shankar chuckled, his eyes flicking briefly to Meera’s chest.
“I believe she is,” he replied smoothly.
Prem’s hands continued to massage Shalini’s bare boobs, squeezing them gently, lifting them, letting them bounce back.
“She’s not wearing one because she wants my magic,” he said, his tone teasing but possessive. “Right, baby?”
Shalini laughed softly but didn’t pull her dress back up. She seemed completely comfortable being topless in front of them.
Meera stood there, stunned. She had just watched Prem casually expose his girlfriend’s boobs in the middle of a crowded party, right in front of her and Shankar. The casualness of it, the complete lack of shame, left her speechless.
Her own boobs felt heavier inside her bra. The memory of standing nearly naked in the conference room earlier that day flashed in her mind. Now she was watching another woman’s boobs being openly fondled just a few feet away.
Prem’s charming smile never left his face as he looked at Meera with playful interest.
“So, Meera… do you have any wish tonight?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “Anything you want from your favourite actor?”
Meera’s heart fluttered. The alcohol and the strange, charged atmosphere of the party made her bolder than usual.
“I… I would like to take a photo with you,” she said shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “If that’s okay.”
Prem’s grin widened.
“Of course! Come here.”
He gestured for her to join him. Shalini was still standing close on his left, her maroon tube dress still pulled down below her boobs, her firm, perky tits completely exposed. Prem casually kept one arm around Shalini’s waist while extending the other toward Meera.
“Shankar, be a good friend and take the picture for us,” Prem said.
Shankar took the phone from his pocket with a small smile and stepped back, aiming the camera at them.
Prem positioned himself in the middle. He put his left arm around Shalini’s waist and his right arm around Meera’s waist, pulling both women close against his body.
Shalini was on his left, still topless, her boobs pressed lightly against his side. Her pink nipples were stiff from the cool night air and Prem’s earlier fondling. Shalini said a second and she pulled up her dress which was tight to pull up because of her boobs.
Meera was on his right, still wearing her indigo blue tube dress, but she could feel the heat of Prem’s hand resting possessively on her hip and caressing her.
“Smile, ladies,” Prem said, squeezing both of them closer.
Shalini smiled confidently, completely comfortable being half-naked. Meera tried to smile too, but her body was tense. She was acutely aware of Prem’s strong arm around her, the way her boobs were pushed up by the tight dress, and how close she was standing to a man she had fantasized about for years.
Shankar clicked the first picture.
Then he paused, looking at the screen.
“Shalini… your nipple is slipping out again,” he said casually, pointing at her left boob.
One of Shalini’s pink nipples had popped out completely from the bunched-up dress. She giggled shyly and used her fingers to tuck it back under the fabric, though the dress was still pulled down below her boobs.
Meera watched the casual correction and felt a strange confusion. Shalini had just been standing topless in front of them for several minutes — why was she suddenly shy about a nipple slip now?
Before Shankar could take another photo, Prem winked at him mischievously.
In one swift, practiced motion, Prem yanked both women’s dresses downward.
Shalini’s dress was already below her nipples, so it slid down easily to her waist, leaving her completely topless again.
Meera’s tube dress, however, was still properly on. Prem’s strong pull dragged it down in one sudden motion — past her boobs, over her waist, and all the way to her hips.
Meera shrieked in shock.
Her strapless blue bra was now fully exposed, along with a generous amount of her cleavage and the upper curves of her boobs. The dress bunched around her waist, leaving her upper body almost bare except for the bra.
Shankar’s phone stopped clicking the pics — after capturing multiple photos in quick succession.
One showed Shalini fully topless, smiling confidently.
Another showed Meera with her dress pulled down to her waist, standing in her blue bra, her boobs pushed up and spilling slightly over the cups, her eyes wide with surprise.
Meera gasped and immediately brought both hands up to cover her chest, trying to pull the dress back up. But in her flustered state, she only managed to bunch the fabric around her midriff, leaving her bra and a lot of cleavage still visible.
Prem laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the moment.
Shalini giggled beside him, making no effort to cover her own bare boobs.
Meera’s face was burning with embarrassment. Her heart was racing. She could feel the cool night air on her exposed skin and the weight of everyone’s eyes on her.
Yet… because of the mild substance Prem had slipped into her drink earlier, the intense shame she expected to feel was strangely muted. Instead, there was a warm, hazy thrill running through her body.
She playfully slapped Prem’s arm.
“You are so naughty!” she said, half-scolding, half-laughing, still trying to pull her dress back up with one hand while covering her chest with the other.
Prem grinned, unrepentant.
“What? I thought you wanted a memorable photo with your favourite actor.”
Meera finally managed to tug the dress back up over her bra, though the neckline now sat a little lower than before, showing more cleavage. Her boobs were still heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline and arousal.
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