Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera stood topless in the middle of her living room, the emerald green kurti now in Chotu’s hands. Her full, heavy breasts were completely bare — soft, round, and glowing in the warm light of the room. Her dark brown nipples were stiff, pointing outward from a mix of cool air and the electric tension between them.
Chotu was frozen, eyes wide, unable to look away from her naked chest.
Meera snapped her fingers playfully in front of his face.
“Chotu… back to this universe.”
He blinked, snapping out of his daze. His face turned bright red.
Meera smiled, her voice soft and teasing.
“Okay, now return my kurti.”

Chotu quickly hid the green kurti behind his back, a shy but mischievous grin appearing.
“That day… I didn’t see your lower part also,” he said quietly, his voice full of innocent longing.
Meera raised an eyebrow, laughing lightly.
“Haha, have you grown enough to see that much?”
Chotu looked at her earnestly.
“But you showed me that day, right?”
Meera’s smile softened, but she kept the playful tone.
“You missed the show then.”
His eyes saddened for a moment. Meera laughed warmly and ruffled his hair.
“You are such a drama kid.”

Her gaze drifted down and noticed the obvious tent in his shorts. She stepped closer, her bare breasts swaying gently.
“Seems you have grown… I see you have a tent formed there.”
She reached out and gently held the bulge in his shorts. Her fingers wrapped around the cloth in his dick as she was trying to pull the fabric little away from his erection. Chotu gasped — it pained him slightly from how hard he was, as she pulled along with his foreskin.
Meera immediately pulled her hand back.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her voice caring. “Why are you not wearing underwear? I had bought them for you, right?”

Chotu looked down, embarrassed.
“You too were not wearing…”
Meera put on a mock-strict teacher voice.
“You answer to me.”
He replied quietly, “I thought you hate me so much… so I stopped messaging you. I thought I will stop wearing the things you bought me.”
Meera couldn’t control her laughter. The sound was warm and genuine. She stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug.
Chotu’s face pressed directly between her soft, heavy breasts. The warmth, the softness, the faint scent of her skin — he felt like he had entered heaven. His cheek rested against the smooth valley of her cleavage. One of her hard nipples brushed gently against the side of his face.
Meera held him there for a long moment, one hand gently stroking his hair, the other resting on his back.

“Do you still feel pain there?” she whispered softly.
Chotu nodded against her breasts, his voice muffled.
“Yes…”
Meera pulled back slightly. With a bold, caring smile, she unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. His dick sprang out — not big, but thin, cute, and rock hard, twitching in the air with need.
She looked at it tenderly and slowly wrapped her soft, warm hand around it, caressing it gently with her fingers.
“Did I pain you?” she asked softly, stroking the length with slow, careful movements.
Chotu shivered, his face still buried between her bare breasts, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of his didi’s warm, naked body and her gentle touch on his most private part.