Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

Neeru was looking at me with eyes seeking praise, as if to say, "At least compliment me on my work!" However, due to his filthy body, his sweat, and the stench emanating from him, I simply couldn't bring myself to utter a single word of praise.

 
Standing right there on the upper steps of the wooden ladder, I began issuing instructions to him: "Move this box from here to there... that one from there to here... put this one right here..." Written by Maitri.
 
Because I was standing atop the ladder, my pink silk gown had parted slightly. My fair, soft bosom began to peek out ever so slightly from the neckline. Neeru’s gaze kept drifting repeatedly toward my exposed chest.
 
The moment I approached him, a strange, lewd smirk spread across his face. It seemed as though he was thoroughly enjoying the scent wafting from my body. I paid him no mind and continued to direct his work.
 
At times he would grasp what I was saying, while at other times he would act completely clueless-like a total fool. After a while, he spoke up: "Ma'am, why don't you come up here as well? That way, we can finish the work much faster. As it stands, I can barely even make out what you're saying."
 
I felt a surge of anger toward that stupid, uncouth man, yet this seemed like the only viable way to get the job done quickly. I climbed the remaining two steps and ascended into the gallery.
 
The ceiling of the gallery was so low that it was impossible to stand upright; one had to work while kneeling on the floor. I knelt down beside him and began giving instructions, simultaneously shifting boxes around myself.
 
My gaze kept drifting back to his pitch-black, sweat-sheened body. The foul, heavy stench of sweat and grime rising from his frame assaulted my nostrils. Being in such close proximity to him, I could also catch the pungent odor of “paan” and tobacco wafting from his filthy mouth.
 
I felt an overwhelming sense of revulsion toward him. His thick, coarse, dark lips were stained crimson from chewing “paan”. His teeth were so filthy that it looked as though he hadn't brushed them once in his entire life. His dark body, glistening with sweat, appeared even blacker than usual. The mere thought crossed my mind that if I were to touch him, his dark complexion would surely rub off onto my delicate, fair hands. Presented by Maitri.
 
He was now seated just a few inches away from me. The scent of my body was clearly perceptible to him as well. His “lungi” had ridden up to his knees, leaving his dark legs fully exposed right before my eyes.
 
Through the short sleeves of my gown, my fair, soft arms were left completely bare. As I gazed at my own fair, creamy-soft body in stark contrast to his dark, unsightly physique, I couldn't help but inwardly chuckle. What a vast difference there was between the two of us!
 
Several times while we were working, his hand brushed against mine. Each time, a jolt ran through my body. At first, I suspected he was touching me on purpose; however, when I looked at him, I saw that he was completely engrossed in his work. So, I decided to ignore it.
 
Due to my sitting posture, the hem of my gown had ridden up slightly. My fair legs were visible, bare from the knees upward. The neckline of my gown had also fallen open further, allowing a glimpse of the fair skin of my cleavage peeking out just above my bra.
 
Once or twice, I distinctly sensed that Neeru simply could not tear his eyes away from my exposed neck and the deep valley of my cleavage.
 
I took great pleasure in watching his resolve crumble as he gazed upon the allure of my beautiful body. I smiled inwardly, thinking to myself that this wild, dark, filthy, and lowly man could not possibly hope to even dream of a beautiful body like mine. Edited by FunLove.
 
With that thought in mind, and intending to tease him, I continued working without making any attempt to adjust my gown. My freshly shampooed, silky black hair lay loose and scattered across my back. As I worked, strands of it would occasionally fall across my face, which I would then gently brush back.
 
I could clearly sense that he was growing restless, stirred by the fragrance wafting from my body and my hair. Watching his discomfort gave me a great sense of satisfaction.
 
Sitting there in the heat, I, too, had started to break a sweat. I noticed that Neeru’s grimy undershirt was also completely soaked with perspiration.
 
He looked at me and said, “Madam, it is extremely hot in here.” Maitri's Creation.
 
I replied, “Yes, it certainly is hot, because this store is enclosed on all sides.”
 
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