31-05-2026, 03:36 PM
The room boy, standing right next to her and thoroughly enjoying the unobstructed view of her open, braless breasts, swallowed hard. "Main UP se hun madam.." (I am from UP madam.)
Shazia replied, "Oh. Bahuth dhoor haina... Aapke gharwale...? " (Oh. That’s far isn’t it? Your family?)
He replied, "Woh sab wahin hai..." (They are all there only...)
Shazia asked, "Acha.. tho biwi bachein ko wahi chhod diya..." (Oh okay! So you left your wife and children over there...)
He replied, a nervous smile on his face, "Ji nahi madam... meri abhi shaadi nahi hui." (No madam.. I am still unmarried.) He continued looking at her... "Pehle settle hojaye.. fir shaadi karunga." (First let me settle down.. then I'll marry.)
Shazia, looking up at him, smiled warmly. "Achi baat hai. Bahuth mehnath karthe ho. Tumhare haath bahuth rough hai." (That's good. You work very hard. Your hands are very rough.)
With her left hand, she now leaned forward slightly, her cleavage spilling out, and took the second glass from the tray he was holding. As the tray was empty now, Amar held it with one hand by his side.
Shazia suddenly demanded, "Haath dikhao." (Show me your hand.)
Amar smiled nervously and extended his right hand, showing her his calloused palm. With her delicate right hand, Shazia slowly ran her soft fingers gently over his palm, physically feeling the rough, hard skin of the laborer. She was secretly, intensely fantasizing about how incredible it would feel if his rough hands rubbed her smooth, naked skin and aggressively squeezed the softness of her massive body.
Being seated on the recliner, her eyes naturally fell on the massive, stiff bulge of his penis violently straining through his trousers since he was standing next to her. She looked back up at his face. "Bahuth hard ho tum.. tumhari patni bahuth khush rahegi," (You are very hard.. your wife will be very happy,) she smiled, looking up at him and blushing deeply as she slowly took her hand off his palm.
"Dekhenge madam... " (We'll see madam...) Amar replied, his voice incredibly husky. He did not want to leave her presence soon and desperately wanted to continue the highly charged conversation. "Aap sir aur bachon ke saath pool mein nahi gaye?" (You didn't go in the pool with sir and the children?)
Shazia replied, pointing at the dress code board nearby, "Arey nahi, main kapde le ke nahi aayi. Woh notice..." (Oh no, I didn't bring clothes for it. That notice...)
Amar immediately replied, eager to please her. "Arey nahi madam. Aap jaa sakthe ho, aap tho yahan guest haina. Aap room mein jaake baadh mein change kar sakthe ho. Ye tho visitors ke liye hai..." (Oh no madam. You can go, you are a guest here. You can go to the room and change later. That is for visitors...)
Shazia continued, leaning back and pushing her chest out, "Acha.. magar fir bhi... ye teek nahi..." she paused, acting with some fake hesitation. When she noticed Amar looking down at her wondering why, she leaned in and hesitantly whispered the filthy truth, "... bra nahi pehni hai na..." (...I am not wearing a bra, you see...) and giggled.
Amar felt a massive, blinding surge of excitement. The hot, high-class lady guest was openly disclosing to a servant that she was completely naked beneath her shirt.
Amar replied quickly, "Koi baat nahi madam... yahan pe tho kabhi kabhi bikini bhi pehen lethe hai... ye resort private haina tho aisa kuch nahi... sab yahan aake relax karthe hai... aap tho family ke saath aaye hai.. aur aap iss side rahoge bachon ke saath tho koi problem nahi hai..." (It’s okay madam.. sometimes here they even wear bikinis… this resort is private so it's nothing like that... everyone relaxes here… and you are here with family, and if you stay on this side with the children there is no problem…)
Amar was genuinely trying to be helpful by saying that, but when he pointed his finger towards the shallow children’s side of the pool, Shazia’s head naturally turned looking towards the side he was pointing at, casually drinking the mango juice from the glass she was holding.
Her glossy lips immediately curled into a naughty, highly satisfied smile. Her eyes fell directly on Iqbal, her husband, who was staring intensely at them from the water while pretending to play with the children. Iqbal had clearly seen them smiling, touching hands, and chatting intimately, and his entire attention was now laser-focused on his wife sitting on the recliner in her highly exposing dress, casually flirting with the muscular room boy standing right next to her.
Shazia waved her hand and laughed loudly, perfectly acting as if she was simply waving at her playful children.
Seeing her now distracted, and also acutely aware that her husband was glaring at him from the pool, Amar chose to leave before he got into trouble. "Theek hai madam... agar kuch chahiye tho phone kar dijiye," (Okay madam… if you need anything, call me,) he said, bowing slightly. She said, "Thank you bhaiya," and turned back to look at her jealous husband, flashing him a wicked smile.
She then stood up from the recliner and walked purposefully towards the edge of the pool. Still holding the glass in her hand and sipping the juice, she stood near the water when Iqbal, unable to contain his jealousy, curiously questioned her, "Kya baat kar rahe the..." (What were you talking about...)
Shazia smiled, perfectly understanding his jealousy, and said casually, "Arey kuch nahi... aise hi woh bol raha tha ki main bhi paani mein aa sakti hun... woh rules visitors ke liye hota hai jo ab nikal jayenge..." (Oh nothing... he was just saying that I can also come in the water... those rules are for visitors who will leave now...)
Saying so, she asked, "Main bhi aajaun?" (Should I also come in?)
Iqbal, desperately wanting her to manage the kids, said, "Haan.. aajao... par..." (Yes.. come in... but...)
Before he could continue his sentence, Shazia interrupted smoothly, "Room jaake kapde badal ke aati hun.. woh kurti hi pehen leti hun… jaldi sookh jayega." (I will go to the room and change clothes… I'll just wear that kurti… it will dry soon.)
Iqbal replied, "Haan theek hai... room ka raasta maalum hai... main aaun?" (Yes okay… do you know the way to the room… should I come?)
Shazia, emptying the last drops of juice from her glass, shook her head 'no' and confidently said, "Nahi... aap bachon ko dekh lo, main jaake aajaungi." (No... you watch the children, I will go and come back.)
Shazia replied, "Oh. Bahuth dhoor haina... Aapke gharwale...? " (Oh. That’s far isn’t it? Your family?)
He replied, "Woh sab wahin hai..." (They are all there only...)
Shazia asked, "Acha.. tho biwi bachein ko wahi chhod diya..." (Oh okay! So you left your wife and children over there...)
He replied, a nervous smile on his face, "Ji nahi madam... meri abhi shaadi nahi hui." (No madam.. I am still unmarried.) He continued looking at her... "Pehle settle hojaye.. fir shaadi karunga." (First let me settle down.. then I'll marry.)
Shazia, looking up at him, smiled warmly. "Achi baat hai. Bahuth mehnath karthe ho. Tumhare haath bahuth rough hai." (That's good. You work very hard. Your hands are very rough.)
With her left hand, she now leaned forward slightly, her cleavage spilling out, and took the second glass from the tray he was holding. As the tray was empty now, Amar held it with one hand by his side.
Shazia suddenly demanded, "Haath dikhao." (Show me your hand.)
Amar smiled nervously and extended his right hand, showing her his calloused palm. With her delicate right hand, Shazia slowly ran her soft fingers gently over his palm, physically feeling the rough, hard skin of the laborer. She was secretly, intensely fantasizing about how incredible it would feel if his rough hands rubbed her smooth, naked skin and aggressively squeezed the softness of her massive body.
Being seated on the recliner, her eyes naturally fell on the massive, stiff bulge of his penis violently straining through his trousers since he was standing next to her. She looked back up at his face. "Bahuth hard ho tum.. tumhari patni bahuth khush rahegi," (You are very hard.. your wife will be very happy,) she smiled, looking up at him and blushing deeply as she slowly took her hand off his palm.
"Dekhenge madam... " (We'll see madam...) Amar replied, his voice incredibly husky. He did not want to leave her presence soon and desperately wanted to continue the highly charged conversation. "Aap sir aur bachon ke saath pool mein nahi gaye?" (You didn't go in the pool with sir and the children?)
Shazia replied, pointing at the dress code board nearby, "Arey nahi, main kapde le ke nahi aayi. Woh notice..." (Oh no, I didn't bring clothes for it. That notice...)
Amar immediately replied, eager to please her. "Arey nahi madam. Aap jaa sakthe ho, aap tho yahan guest haina. Aap room mein jaake baadh mein change kar sakthe ho. Ye tho visitors ke liye hai..." (Oh no madam. You can go, you are a guest here. You can go to the room and change later. That is for visitors...)
Shazia continued, leaning back and pushing her chest out, "Acha.. magar fir bhi... ye teek nahi..." she paused, acting with some fake hesitation. When she noticed Amar looking down at her wondering why, she leaned in and hesitantly whispered the filthy truth, "... bra nahi pehni hai na..." (...I am not wearing a bra, you see...) and giggled.
Amar felt a massive, blinding surge of excitement. The hot, high-class lady guest was openly disclosing to a servant that she was completely naked beneath her shirt.
Amar replied quickly, "Koi baat nahi madam... yahan pe tho kabhi kabhi bikini bhi pehen lethe hai... ye resort private haina tho aisa kuch nahi... sab yahan aake relax karthe hai... aap tho family ke saath aaye hai.. aur aap iss side rahoge bachon ke saath tho koi problem nahi hai..." (It’s okay madam.. sometimes here they even wear bikinis… this resort is private so it's nothing like that... everyone relaxes here… and you are here with family, and if you stay on this side with the children there is no problem…)
Amar was genuinely trying to be helpful by saying that, but when he pointed his finger towards the shallow children’s side of the pool, Shazia’s head naturally turned looking towards the side he was pointing at, casually drinking the mango juice from the glass she was holding.
Her glossy lips immediately curled into a naughty, highly satisfied smile. Her eyes fell directly on Iqbal, her husband, who was staring intensely at them from the water while pretending to play with the children. Iqbal had clearly seen them smiling, touching hands, and chatting intimately, and his entire attention was now laser-focused on his wife sitting on the recliner in her highly exposing dress, casually flirting with the muscular room boy standing right next to her.
Shazia waved her hand and laughed loudly, perfectly acting as if she was simply waving at her playful children.
Seeing her now distracted, and also acutely aware that her husband was glaring at him from the pool, Amar chose to leave before he got into trouble. "Theek hai madam... agar kuch chahiye tho phone kar dijiye," (Okay madam… if you need anything, call me,) he said, bowing slightly. She said, "Thank you bhaiya," and turned back to look at her jealous husband, flashing him a wicked smile.
She then stood up from the recliner and walked purposefully towards the edge of the pool. Still holding the glass in her hand and sipping the juice, she stood near the water when Iqbal, unable to contain his jealousy, curiously questioned her, "Kya baat kar rahe the..." (What were you talking about...)
Shazia smiled, perfectly understanding his jealousy, and said casually, "Arey kuch nahi... aise hi woh bol raha tha ki main bhi paani mein aa sakti hun... woh rules visitors ke liye hota hai jo ab nikal jayenge..." (Oh nothing... he was just saying that I can also come in the water... those rules are for visitors who will leave now...)
Saying so, she asked, "Main bhi aajaun?" (Should I also come in?)
Iqbal, desperately wanting her to manage the kids, said, "Haan.. aajao... par..." (Yes.. come in... but...)
Before he could continue his sentence, Shazia interrupted smoothly, "Room jaake kapde badal ke aati hun.. woh kurti hi pehen leti hun… jaldi sookh jayega." (I will go to the room and change clothes… I'll just wear that kurti… it will dry soon.)
Iqbal replied, "Haan theek hai... room ka raasta maalum hai... main aaun?" (Yes okay… do you know the way to the room… should I come?)
Shazia, emptying the last drops of juice from her glass, shook her head 'no' and confidently said, "Nahi... aap bachon ko dekh lo, main jaake aajaungi." (No... you watch the children, I will go and come back.)
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