15-05-2026, 07:03 AM
Meera adjusted her indigo blue tube dress with both hands, pulling it back up over her boobs and smoothing it down over her hips. The fabric clung stubbornly to her curves, the deep neckline still showing a generous amount of cleavage. She felt flushed and strangely exhilarated after the encounter with Prem and Shalini.
Shankar noticed her unsteady movements and gently guided her away from the crowded area.
“Let’s walk near the pool,” he suggested softly. “It’s quieter there.”
They strolled along the edge of the large, illuminated swimming pool. The water shimmered under the coloured lights. Several women were swimming or lounging in tiny bikinis, their wet bodies glistening. Laughter and splashes mixed with the distant music.
Meera’s eyes kept drifting to the women in the pool. Their confidence, their near-nakedness, the way they moved so freely — it made her feel both envious and strangely aroused.
Shankar glanced at her and asked casually, “Do you want to enter the pool?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive. “It might help you relax.”
Meera looked at the water, then back at him. A playful, tipsy smile curved her lips.
“I can’t… I have no swimming clothes,” she replied, but her tone was flirtatious rather than reluctant.
Shankar’s gaze lingered on her body.
“You can remove the dress and give it to me,” he said smoothly. “You can get in wearing your innerwear. No one here will mind.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but instead of refusing immediately, she tilted her head and looked at him from under her lashes, her voice turning soft and teasing.
“You have no idea what I’m wearing underneath, sir,” she said, her words slow and seductive. “It’s like a string… a tiny black lace thong. You cannot imagine how little it covers. If I go into the pool like that… everything will be visible when it gets wet.”
Shankar’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with desire as he imagined Meera stepping into the water, the thin thong becoming transparent, clinging to her smooth, shaved pussy. He felt like his dick will explode because of boner.
Meera noticed his reaction and felt a rush of power. The alcohol and the atmosphere were making her bolder than she had ever been.
She continued, her voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper:
“I don’t know whether I should enter the pool or not…”
As she spoke, her fingers moved to the hem of her tube dress. She started to pull it up — slowly, teasingly. The fabric rose higher and higher up her smooth thighs. It reached her upper thighs, stopping just below her pussy. The slit opened wide, revealing the edge of the tiny black lace thong.
Shankar thought Meera was not herself tonight. Her eyes were glazed, her movements slower and more provocative than usual. Prem must have slipped something into her drink earlier — he was infamous for doing exactly that at these parties to loosen up women.
Shankar didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was under the influence. He respected her too much for that. But at the same time, he was painfully tempted. The sight of her slowly lifting her dress, teasing him with the tiny thong and the promise of what lay beneath, was driving him crazy.
Shankar’s eyes were glued to her legs, his cock straining hard against his trousers. He was breathing heavier now, completely captivated by her slow, seductive movements.
Meera’s heart was pounding. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of teasing him — of seeing the effect she had on a powerful man like Shankar — was intoxicating.
Just as the hem was about to rise further, exposing the front of her thong, her phone rang.
The sound snapped her back to reality like a cold splash of water.
She quickly let the hem of the dress fall back down and fumbled for her phone. It was Ajay.
Seeing her husband’s name on the screen brought her crashing back to her senses. The haze in her mind cleared slightly.
She answered the call, her voice still a little breathy.
“Hello… Ajay?”
Ajay’s voice came through, concerned but steady.
“Meera? Are you alright? Just checking on you. How's party going ?”
Meera took a deep breath, trying to sound normal.
“Yes… everything is alright. The party is still going on but I’ll come home soon.”
She ended the call and stood there for a moment, the dress now properly back in place. The realization of what she had almost done — pulling her dress up in front of Shankar, almost exposing her thong in public — hit her hard.
She felt a wave of embarrassment, but also a lingering thrill.
Shankar watched her quietly, his erection still obvious, but he didn’t push her.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Meera nodded, adjusting her dress one final time.
“Sir… I think I should go home now. It’s getting very late.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, reading the exhaustion and slight discomfort in her eyes. He nodded without argument.
“Of course. I’ll call my driver.”
He made a quick call. Within five minutes, a sleek black Toyota Vellfire glided up to the entrance. The luxury MPV was spacious and private, with tinted windows and reclining captain seats in the middle row.
Shankar opened the door for Meera. She climbed in carefully, the high slit of her indigo blue tube dress parting widely and flashing a long stretch of her smooth thigh. She settled into the recliner seat in the middle row, leaning back with a tired sigh. The dress rode up dangerously high on her thighs, and the strapless neckline had slipped slightly lower during the night, revealing the upper half of her blue lace bra and a generous amount of her soft, full cleavage.
The driver started the car. Cool air from the AC vents washed over her heated skin, but it wasn’t enough. Meera felt a deep, burning heat inside her body — between her legs, across her chest, under her skin. The effects of the drink Prem had given her were still strong. She wanted nothing more than to strip off the tight dress completely and feel cool air on her naked body.
She shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable. The movement caused the tube dress to slip further. The neckline dropped lower, exposing more than half of her strapless bra. The blue lace cups pushed her heavy breasts together, creating a deep, tempting valley. Her dark nipples were faintly visible through the semi-sheer material, hardened by the AC and her own arousal.
Shankar sat in the seat beside her, his eyes drawn repeatedly to her chest. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with every deep breath she took. The cleavage looked even more pronounced in the dim interior lighting. He could see the smooth inner curves of her breasts, the way they strained against the lace, the subtle sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin from the warm party atmosphere.
The driver, a middle-aged man, kept glancing at the rearview mirror. His eyes lingered on Meera’s exposed cleavage and the way her breasts jiggled gently with every small speed breaker in the road. He tried to remain professional, but the sight of the beautiful woman in the revealing dress was impossible to ignore.
The car passed over a small speed hump at the farmhouse exit. The sudden jerk made Meera’s body bounce. Her heavy breasts jolted upward, nearly spilling out of the lowered neckline. The blue bra cups shifted, revealing even more of her soft, creamy flesh. Shankar’s eyes were locked on the movement, his cock hardening further in his trousers.
Meera didn’t seem to notice how exposed she was. She lay back in the recliner seat, eyes half-closed, one hand resting lazily on her thigh. The dress had ridden up so high that the bottom edge of her black lace thong will be visible if it moves an inch.
Shankar swallowed hard. He wanted to reach over and touch her, but he held himself back.
Meanwhile, outside the main gate, Chotu sat on his motorbike, hidden in the shadows. He had been waiting there since evening. He was going to her office in evening to see her as per her instruction in morning, she had said she wanted to meet Chotu. Meera wanted to end the hot games going on with Chotu after she had guilt feeling. Chotu was passing the mall and saw Meera and Shankar going in car and he followed them and he reached the outhouse. The security didnt even let him pass so he waited far outside on road all these hours for her. He had messaged Meera but he didnt get any response. He had waited patiently outside the gates for hours.
Now, as the black Vellfire emerged, Chotu started his bike and began following at a safe distance, his eyes fixed on the car carrying his didi.
Back inside the car, Meera shifted again. The movement caused her left breast to nearly spill completely out of the bra cup. She absentmindedly adjusted it with one hand, but the dress slipped lower again. Shankar’s gaze was burning into her. The driver kept stealing glances in the mirror, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Shankar noticed her unsteady movements and gently guided her away from the crowded area.
“Let’s walk near the pool,” he suggested softly. “It’s quieter there.”
They strolled along the edge of the large, illuminated swimming pool. The water shimmered under the coloured lights. Several women were swimming or lounging in tiny bikinis, their wet bodies glistening. Laughter and splashes mixed with the distant music.
Meera’s eyes kept drifting to the women in the pool. Their confidence, their near-nakedness, the way they moved so freely — it made her feel both envious and strangely aroused.
Shankar glanced at her and asked casually, “Do you want to enter the pool?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive. “It might help you relax.”
Meera looked at the water, then back at him. A playful, tipsy smile curved her lips.
“I can’t… I have no swimming clothes,” she replied, but her tone was flirtatious rather than reluctant.
Shankar’s gaze lingered on her body.
“You can remove the dress and give it to me,” he said smoothly. “You can get in wearing your innerwear. No one here will mind.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed, but instead of refusing immediately, she tilted her head and looked at him from under her lashes, her voice turning soft and teasing.
“You have no idea what I’m wearing underneath, sir,” she said, her words slow and seductive. “It’s like a string… a tiny black lace thong. You cannot imagine how little it covers. If I go into the pool like that… everything will be visible when it gets wet.”
Shankar’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with desire as he imagined Meera stepping into the water, the thin thong becoming transparent, clinging to her smooth, shaved pussy. He felt like his dick will explode because of boner.
Meera noticed his reaction and felt a rush of power. The alcohol and the atmosphere were making her bolder than she had ever been.
She continued, her voice dropping even lower, almost a whisper:
“I don’t know whether I should enter the pool or not…”
As she spoke, her fingers moved to the hem of her tube dress. She started to pull it up — slowly, teasingly. The fabric rose higher and higher up her smooth thighs. It reached her upper thighs, stopping just below her pussy. The slit opened wide, revealing the edge of the tiny black lace thong.
Shankar thought Meera was not herself tonight. Her eyes were glazed, her movements slower and more provocative than usual. Prem must have slipped something into her drink earlier — he was infamous for doing exactly that at these parties to loosen up women.
Shankar didn’t want to take advantage of her while she was under the influence. He respected her too much for that. But at the same time, he was painfully tempted. The sight of her slowly lifting her dress, teasing him with the tiny thong and the promise of what lay beneath, was driving him crazy.
Shankar’s eyes were glued to her legs, his cock straining hard against his trousers. He was breathing heavier now, completely captivated by her slow, seductive movements.
Meera’s heart was pounding. She knew she was playing with fire, but the thrill of teasing him — of seeing the effect she had on a powerful man like Shankar — was intoxicating.
Just as the hem was about to rise further, exposing the front of her thong, her phone rang.
The sound snapped her back to reality like a cold splash of water.
She quickly let the hem of the dress fall back down and fumbled for her phone. It was Ajay.
Seeing her husband’s name on the screen brought her crashing back to her senses. The haze in her mind cleared slightly.
She answered the call, her voice still a little breathy.
“Hello… Ajay?”
Ajay’s voice came through, concerned but steady.
“Meera? Are you alright? Just checking on you. How's party going ?”
Meera took a deep breath, trying to sound normal.
“Yes… everything is alright. The party is still going on but I’ll come home soon.”
She ended the call and stood there for a moment, the dress now properly back in place. The realization of what she had almost done — pulling her dress up in front of Shankar, almost exposing her thong in public — hit her hard.
She felt a wave of embarrassment, but also a lingering thrill.
Shankar watched her quietly, his erection still obvious, but he didn’t push her.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Meera nodded, adjusting her dress one final time.
“Sir… I think I should go home now. It’s getting very late.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, reading the exhaustion and slight discomfort in her eyes. He nodded without argument.
“Of course. I’ll call my driver.”
He made a quick call. Within five minutes, a sleek black Toyota Vellfire glided up to the entrance. The luxury MPV was spacious and private, with tinted windows and reclining captain seats in the middle row.
Shankar opened the door for Meera. She climbed in carefully, the high slit of her indigo blue tube dress parting widely and flashing a long stretch of her smooth thigh. She settled into the recliner seat in the middle row, leaning back with a tired sigh. The dress rode up dangerously high on her thighs, and the strapless neckline had slipped slightly lower during the night, revealing the upper half of her blue lace bra and a generous amount of her soft, full cleavage.
The driver started the car. Cool air from the AC vents washed over her heated skin, but it wasn’t enough. Meera felt a deep, burning heat inside her body — between her legs, across her chest, under her skin. The effects of the drink Prem had given her were still strong. She wanted nothing more than to strip off the tight dress completely and feel cool air on her naked body.
She shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable. The movement caused the tube dress to slip further. The neckline dropped lower, exposing more than half of her strapless bra. The blue lace cups pushed her heavy breasts together, creating a deep, tempting valley. Her dark nipples were faintly visible through the semi-sheer material, hardened by the AC and her own arousal.
Shankar sat in the seat beside her, his eyes drawn repeatedly to her chest. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with every deep breath she took. The cleavage looked even more pronounced in the dim interior lighting. He could see the smooth inner curves of her breasts, the way they strained against the lace, the subtle sheen of sweat still glistening on her skin from the warm party atmosphere.
The driver, a middle-aged man, kept glancing at the rearview mirror. His eyes lingered on Meera’s exposed cleavage and the way her breasts jiggled gently with every small speed breaker in the road. He tried to remain professional, but the sight of the beautiful woman in the revealing dress was impossible to ignore.
The car passed over a small speed hump at the farmhouse exit. The sudden jerk made Meera’s body bounce. Her heavy breasts jolted upward, nearly spilling out of the lowered neckline. The blue bra cups shifted, revealing even more of her soft, creamy flesh. Shankar’s eyes were locked on the movement, his cock hardening further in his trousers.
Meera didn’t seem to notice how exposed she was. She lay back in the recliner seat, eyes half-closed, one hand resting lazily on her thigh. The dress had ridden up so high that the bottom edge of her black lace thong will be visible if it moves an inch.
Shankar swallowed hard. He wanted to reach over and touch her, but he held himself back.
Meanwhile, outside the main gate, Chotu sat on his motorbike, hidden in the shadows. He had been waiting there since evening. He was going to her office in evening to see her as per her instruction in morning, she had said she wanted to meet Chotu. Meera wanted to end the hot games going on with Chotu after she had guilt feeling. Chotu was passing the mall and saw Meera and Shankar going in car and he followed them and he reached the outhouse. The security didnt even let him pass so he waited far outside on road all these hours for her. He had messaged Meera but he didnt get any response. He had waited patiently outside the gates for hours.
Now, as the black Vellfire emerged, Chotu started his bike and began following at a safe distance, his eyes fixed on the car carrying his didi.
Back inside the car, Meera shifted again. The movement caused her left breast to nearly spill completely out of the bra cup. She absentmindedly adjusted it with one hand, but the dress slipped lower again. Shankar’s gaze was burning into her. The driver kept stealing glances in the mirror, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
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