06-06-2026, 12:05 AM
Shankar stood near the edge of the infinity pool, still in his swimming trunks, water glistening on his toned body. He glanced at the topless Korean woman with a casual smile. I wore these trunks because you are here. Meera was still looking at the beauty of Korean girl.
“She looks perfect that way, doesn’t she?” he said lightly, almost to himself.
He waved his hand dismissively. The woman bowed slightly and walked away without a word, her perfect breasts bouncing gently with each step, completely unashamed.
Shankar turned back to Meera, his expression warm but serious.
“She was supposed to be our main model for the bra campaign. But destiny had different plans. Now it’s you on the covers. Your pictures are going to define the brand.”
Meera sat quietly, absorbing his words. The compliment felt heavy — both flattering and burdensome. "I did those as a rebellion against my husband, those pictures will be there out in the world will never go away from internet. How many people would see me in my panties. Though they wont realise it is me, I still know that it is my pictures. May be Ajay will be angry for few days but he has already started saying sorry. I should get things sorted with Ajay"
Shankar invited her for a swim, just like yesterday,“The water is refreshing. Join me.”
Meera hesitated. Yesterday she had entered the pool in her underwear. Today, she had nothing underneath her t-shirt and skirt. The thought of stripping down completely in front of Shankar made her stomach flutter with nervousness.
She shook her head.
“No, sir… I don’t think so.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
“Why not?”
Meera looked down, her cheeks warming. In her mind, she thought: Yesterday I wanted to make Ajay jealous. I wanted him to feel the pain of seeing me exposed. Otherwise I will never wear a swimwear let alone bikini. Here he is asking me to enter pool , if I suddenly tell him I dont wear bikini he can ask how come I entered last time. I need to maintain character in front of him like that, I can never tell I was taking revenge on husband for sending me as a spy here. .
Shankar smiled, misreading her hesitation.
“Advisor madam, join me in the pool,” he said playfully, using the new title Vikram had indirectly given her.
Meera shook her head again, her voice shy but firm.
“I don’t have swimming clothes, sir.”
Shankar laughed, a deep, amused sound.
“You didn’t have them yesterday either, and that didn’t stop you. Take off your t-shirt and skirt and jump in. It’s just us here.”
Meera bit her lower lip, her heart racing. She looked at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“But sir… I am not wearing any underwear today,” she admitted softly, almost in a whisper.
The words hung in the air between them.
Shankar’s eyes darkened with interest, but he kept his expression composed. He looked at her for a long moment, taking in the way her hard nipples poked against the thin t-shirt and how the skirt hugged her wide hips.
“Then don’t wear any,” he said, his voice low and encouraging. “It’s just a swim. No one else is here. You’ve already shown me so much. There’s no need to feel shy now. I can remove my trunks then we will be same.”
Shankar extended his hand toward her, still smiling.
“Come on, Meera. Join me. Let’s celebrate this new chapter properly.”
“Maybe I can call that Korean girl and give her the bikini bra top,” he suggested casually. “But that might be two sizes bigger for you.”
Meera’s eyes widened in genuine shock. A hot blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck.
“You know my bra size?” she asked, her voice a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
Shankar’s smile widened, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Meera quickly tried to deflect, her tone turning lightly defensive.
“No need. You people have already kept her in just a panty. I don’t want to take away whatever little is left on her body.”
Shankar laughed, a deep, warm sound that echoed across the rooftop.
Meera continued, her voice gaining a teasing edge despite her shyness.
“How do you know I am two sizes smaller?”
Shankar leaned against the edge of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders, and gave her a confident, almost arrogant grin.
“I have a lingerie business, Meera. I can measure them over clothes, you know. That’s my super power. ” .
Meera knew these incidents will come back to haunt her. She has to maintain the character with him.
“No, you run a business — you don’t know how to measure anything, I’m sure.”
Shankar placed a hand dramatically over his heart, pretending to be hurt.
“You hurt me."
She continued " You didn’t even know that I was braless today.”
Meera raised an eyebrow, still smiling, her voice turning more playful and challenging.
“No, no — I would have noticed. But today I was busy with calls, so I didn’t pay attention.”
Meera tilted her head, her tone becoming more teasing, almost flirtatious.
“Then tell me — how do you know my size?”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of teasing and genuine appreciation. He looked directly at her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes again.
“I have seen your breasts many times now, Meera. I know the size. I’ve seen them directly, without anything covering them.”
Meera felt a fresh rush of heat spread through her body. Her nipples tightened even more, pressing obviously against the thin t-shirt. She instinctively crossed her arms lightly over her chest, but the movement only pushed her full breasts together, making the cleavage deeper and the outline of her nipples sharper.
“You are very shameless today, sir,” she said, laughing softly, though her voice had a husky, slightly breathless quality.
Shankar grinned, his eyes sparkling.
“And you are very bold, coming here without a bra or panty. I like this new Meera.”
Meera looked away for a moment, smiling despite herself. The conversation felt dangerously flirtatious, charged with tension.She uncrossed her arms slowly, letting her breasts settle naturally. The hard points of her nipples remained clearly visible through the thin material.
“Fine,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “But I’m still not getting into the pool naked.”
She was still curious — almost playfully so — about how Shankar claimed to know her bra size.
“Tell me again, sir,” she said, tilting her head with a teasing smile. “How do you know my size? What is this super power of yours?”
Shankar chuckled, floating lazily in the water, his eyes roaming over her chest without shame.
“I told you — I have a lingerie business. I can measure them just by looking. It’s a talent.”
Meera raised an eyebrow, not convinced.
“Fine. Then tell me my skirt size.”
Shankar thought for a moment, then confidently said, “90 cm.”
Meera burst out laughing, a bright, genuine sound that made her breasts jiggle noticeably under the t-shirt.
“That’s how you measure a panty, sir! Skirts are usually free size or measured differently. You really don’t know, do you?”
Shankar grinned, shrugging shamelessly.
“I don’t know skirt sizes. I looked at your ass and guessed the panty size. I thought the same logic would work for the skirt. But I am certain thats your panty size”
Meera’s laughter faded into a soft, intrigued smile. She wondered if he really could measure women just by sight. She wanted to test how about celebrities may be there are sites with such lewd infromation.
“Navya’s bra size?” she tested him suddenly.
Shankar answered without hesitation, his voice confident.
“36D.”
Meera was genuinely shocked. Navya did have noticeably larger breasts than her. She is not sure whether he is right or wrong but she can be of that size.
“You really know everyone’s size?” she asked, eyes wide.
Shankar’s smile turned mischievous.
“Ok, I’ll tell you my secret but then you ahve to agree to my demands.”
Meera nodded, intrigued.
“Go on.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of teasing and desire.
“You remember the photoshoot? When you were changing, the costumer was measuring you. He said you are 34C. I heard it clearly. That’s how I know.”
Meera’s mouth opened in surprise.
“Oh… that’s why,” she muttered, then playfully added, “I knew you didn’t actually know, you dumbo.”
The moment the word “dumbo” left her lips, Shankar’s expression changed. The playful smile faded, replaced by serious look.
Meera immediately regretted it. She stood up quickly, her breasts bouncing under the t-shirt, nipples still prominently visible.
“Sorry, sir… I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, her voice soft and apologetic. “I was just teasing.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, then his expression softened.
“It’s okay,” he said, but there was a clear expectation in his eyes. “But now, in return for telling you my trick… you need to enter the pool.”
Meera shook her head immediately, stepping back.
“No way. I am not becoming naked in front of you.”
Shankar’s expression changed again — this time with a hint of disappointment mixed with challenge.
“Why? Am I not good enough? why I am not becoming naked in front of YOU.”
“No, sir. I was not insulting you. I meant I am not becoming naked in front of anyone.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, his tone turning playfully challenging as he floated closer to the edge.
“No one?”
Meera hesitated for a split second. Her mind flashed to Chotu — how she had stood completely naked in front of him earlier that day, how she had let him touch her, how she had guided his inexperienced hands and mouth. But she quickly pushed the thought away.
“Nobody,” she replied, trying to sound firm.
Shankar’s smile turned mischievous, his eyes sparkling with teasing intent.
“Not even your husband? You don’t even show him, poor chap.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed deeper. She laughed nervously, trying to deflect the heat rising in her body.
“No, no… I show him. He has seen me many times.”
“Sir… you are being very naughty today,” she said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and subtle flirtation.
“I think I should leave now, sir,” she said softly, trying to regain some control.
Shankar nodded, though disappointment flickered in his eyes.
“Okay. Let me call the driver.”
He waved toward the side entrance. The Korean woman returned, this time wearing a tiny black mini dress that barely covered her ass. She handed Shankar a fresh towel. He wiped his body slowly, the water glistening on his skin, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Removed the swimming trunks and handed over to the Korean lady. The bulge of his semi-hard cock was still noticeable underneath.
He insisted on accompanying her to the ground floor, walking beside her in just the towel. Meera felt self-conscious with every step — her braless breasts bouncing freely, nipples rubbing against the thin t-shirt, her bare pussy brushing against the inside of her skirt.
Before she got into the car, Shankar pulled her into a warm hug.
“Thank you for being on my side, Meera, Thanks for taking the advisor role” he whispered, his bare, still-damp chest pressing firmly against her. Her erect nipples rubbed directly against his skin through the thin fabric, sending strong goosebumps all over her body. He whispered your nipple is very sharp it is hurting me.
Meera playfully pushed him away, laughing.
“Sir!”
Shankar grinned, unrepentant.
She got into the car and pulled down the window to say goodbye. As the glass began to rise, she heard cheering sounds coming from the tennis court area inside the farmhouse grounds. The court was partially hidden behind a fence covered with plants.
For a split second, she thought she saw something.She blinked, startled. When she looked again, it was just a man in shorts playing tennis. She felt like she saw a naked woman she looked again it was a man topless wearing shorts. She leaned back in the seat, breathing deeply.
This world is getting into her head. She was feeling tired still thats why she was seeing things that are not there.
“She looks perfect that way, doesn’t she?” he said lightly, almost to himself.
He waved his hand dismissively. The woman bowed slightly and walked away without a word, her perfect breasts bouncing gently with each step, completely unashamed.
Shankar turned back to Meera, his expression warm but serious.
“She was supposed to be our main model for the bra campaign. But destiny had different plans. Now it’s you on the covers. Your pictures are going to define the brand.”
Meera sat quietly, absorbing his words. The compliment felt heavy — both flattering and burdensome. "I did those as a rebellion against my husband, those pictures will be there out in the world will never go away from internet. How many people would see me in my panties. Though they wont realise it is me, I still know that it is my pictures. May be Ajay will be angry for few days but he has already started saying sorry. I should get things sorted with Ajay"
Shankar invited her for a swim, just like yesterday,“The water is refreshing. Join me.”
Meera hesitated. Yesterday she had entered the pool in her underwear. Today, she had nothing underneath her t-shirt and skirt. The thought of stripping down completely in front of Shankar made her stomach flutter with nervousness.
She shook her head.
“No, sir… I don’t think so.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.
“Why not?”
Meera looked down, her cheeks warming. In her mind, she thought: Yesterday I wanted to make Ajay jealous. I wanted him to feel the pain of seeing me exposed. Otherwise I will never wear a swimwear let alone bikini. Here he is asking me to enter pool , if I suddenly tell him I dont wear bikini he can ask how come I entered last time. I need to maintain character in front of him like that, I can never tell I was taking revenge on husband for sending me as a spy here. .
Shankar smiled, misreading her hesitation.
“Advisor madam, join me in the pool,” he said playfully, using the new title Vikram had indirectly given her.
Meera shook her head again, her voice shy but firm.
“I don’t have swimming clothes, sir.”
Shankar laughed, a deep, amused sound.
“You didn’t have them yesterday either, and that didn’t stop you. Take off your t-shirt and skirt and jump in. It’s just us here.”
Meera bit her lower lip, her heart racing. She looked at him, her face flushed with embarrassment.
“But sir… I am not wearing any underwear today,” she admitted softly, almost in a whisper.
The words hung in the air between them.
Shankar’s eyes darkened with interest, but he kept his expression composed. He looked at her for a long moment, taking in the way her hard nipples poked against the thin t-shirt and how the skirt hugged her wide hips.
“Then don’t wear any,” he said, his voice low and encouraging. “It’s just a swim. No one else is here. You’ve already shown me so much. There’s no need to feel shy now. I can remove my trunks then we will be same.”
Shankar extended his hand toward her, still smiling.
“Come on, Meera. Join me. Let’s celebrate this new chapter properly.”
“Maybe I can call that Korean girl and give her the bikini bra top,” he suggested casually. “But that might be two sizes bigger for you.”
Meera’s eyes widened in genuine shock. A hot blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck.
“You know my bra size?” she asked, her voice a mix of embarrassment and surprise.
Shankar’s smile widened, clearly enjoying her reaction.
Meera quickly tried to deflect, her tone turning lightly defensive.
“No need. You people have already kept her in just a panty. I don’t want to take away whatever little is left on her body.”
Shankar laughed, a deep, warm sound that echoed across the rooftop.
Meera continued, her voice gaining a teasing edge despite her shyness.
“How do you know I am two sizes smaller?”
Shankar leaned against the edge of the pool, water dripping from his shoulders, and gave her a confident, almost arrogant grin.
“I have a lingerie business, Meera. I can measure them over clothes, you know. That’s my super power. ” .
Meera knew these incidents will come back to haunt her. She has to maintain the character with him.
“No, you run a business — you don’t know how to measure anything, I’m sure.”
Shankar placed a hand dramatically over his heart, pretending to be hurt.
“You hurt me."
She continued " You didn’t even know that I was braless today.”
Meera raised an eyebrow, still smiling, her voice turning more playful and challenging.
“No, no — I would have noticed. But today I was busy with calls, so I didn’t pay attention.”
Meera tilted her head, her tone becoming more teasing, almost flirtatious.
“Then tell me — how do you know my size?”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of teasing and genuine appreciation. He looked directly at her chest for a moment before meeting her eyes again.
“I have seen your breasts many times now, Meera. I know the size. I’ve seen them directly, without anything covering them.”
Meera felt a fresh rush of heat spread through her body. Her nipples tightened even more, pressing obviously against the thin t-shirt. She instinctively crossed her arms lightly over her chest, but the movement only pushed her full breasts together, making the cleavage deeper and the outline of her nipples sharper.
“You are very shameless today, sir,” she said, laughing softly, though her voice had a husky, slightly breathless quality.
Shankar grinned, his eyes sparkling.
“And you are very bold, coming here without a bra or panty. I like this new Meera.”
Meera looked away for a moment, smiling despite herself. The conversation felt dangerously flirtatious, charged with tension.She uncrossed her arms slowly, letting her breasts settle naturally. The hard points of her nipples remained clearly visible through the thin material.
“Fine,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “But I’m still not getting into the pool naked.”
She was still curious — almost playfully so — about how Shankar claimed to know her bra size.
“Tell me again, sir,” she said, tilting her head with a teasing smile. “How do you know my size? What is this super power of yours?”
Shankar chuckled, floating lazily in the water, his eyes roaming over her chest without shame.
“I told you — I have a lingerie business. I can measure them just by looking. It’s a talent.”
Meera raised an eyebrow, not convinced.
“Fine. Then tell me my skirt size.”
Shankar thought for a moment, then confidently said, “90 cm.”
Meera burst out laughing, a bright, genuine sound that made her breasts jiggle noticeably under the t-shirt.
“That’s how you measure a panty, sir! Skirts are usually free size or measured differently. You really don’t know, do you?”
Shankar grinned, shrugging shamelessly.
“I don’t know skirt sizes. I looked at your ass and guessed the panty size. I thought the same logic would work for the skirt. But I am certain thats your panty size”
Meera’s laughter faded into a soft, intrigued smile. She wondered if he really could measure women just by sight. She wanted to test how about celebrities may be there are sites with such lewd infromation.
“Navya’s bra size?” she tested him suddenly.
Shankar answered without hesitation, his voice confident.
“36D.”
Meera was genuinely shocked. Navya did have noticeably larger breasts than her. She is not sure whether he is right or wrong but she can be of that size.
“You really know everyone’s size?” she asked, eyes wide.
Shankar’s smile turned mischievous.
“Ok, I’ll tell you my secret but then you ahve to agree to my demands.”
Meera nodded, intrigued.
“Go on.”
Shankar’s eyes darkened with a mix of teasing and desire.
“You remember the photoshoot? When you were changing, the costumer was measuring you. He said you are 34C. I heard it clearly. That’s how I know.”
Meera’s mouth opened in surprise.
“Oh… that’s why,” she muttered, then playfully added, “I knew you didn’t actually know, you dumbo.”
The moment the word “dumbo” left her lips, Shankar’s expression changed. The playful smile faded, replaced by serious look.
Meera immediately regretted it. She stood up quickly, her breasts bouncing under the t-shirt, nipples still prominently visible.
“Sorry, sir… I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, her voice soft and apologetic. “I was just teasing.”
Shankar looked at her for a moment, then his expression softened.
“It’s okay,” he said, but there was a clear expectation in his eyes. “But now, in return for telling you my trick… you need to enter the pool.”
Meera shook her head immediately, stepping back.
“No way. I am not becoming naked in front of you.”
Shankar’s expression changed again — this time with a hint of disappointment mixed with challenge.
“Why? Am I not good enough? why I am not becoming naked in front of YOU.”
“No, sir. I was not insulting you. I meant I am not becoming naked in front of anyone.”
Shankar raised an eyebrow, his tone turning playfully challenging as he floated closer to the edge.
“No one?”
Meera hesitated for a split second. Her mind flashed to Chotu — how she had stood completely naked in front of him earlier that day, how she had let him touch her, how she had guided his inexperienced hands and mouth. But she quickly pushed the thought away.
“Nobody,” she replied, trying to sound firm.
Shankar’s smile turned mischievous, his eyes sparkling with teasing intent.
“Not even your husband? You don’t even show him, poor chap.”
Meera’s cheeks flushed deeper. She laughed nervously, trying to deflect the heat rising in her body.
“No, no… I show him. He has seen me many times.”
“Sir… you are being very naughty today,” she said, her voice a mix of embarrassment and subtle flirtation.
“I think I should leave now, sir,” she said softly, trying to regain some control.
Shankar nodded, though disappointment flickered in his eyes.
“Okay. Let me call the driver.”
He waved toward the side entrance. The Korean woman returned, this time wearing a tiny black mini dress that barely covered her ass. She handed Shankar a fresh towel. He wiped his body slowly, the water glistening on his skin, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Removed the swimming trunks and handed over to the Korean lady. The bulge of his semi-hard cock was still noticeable underneath.
He insisted on accompanying her to the ground floor, walking beside her in just the towel. Meera felt self-conscious with every step — her braless breasts bouncing freely, nipples rubbing against the thin t-shirt, her bare pussy brushing against the inside of her skirt.
Before she got into the car, Shankar pulled her into a warm hug.
“Thank you for being on my side, Meera, Thanks for taking the advisor role” he whispered, his bare, still-damp chest pressing firmly against her. Her erect nipples rubbed directly against his skin through the thin fabric, sending strong goosebumps all over her body. He whispered your nipple is very sharp it is hurting me.
Meera playfully pushed him away, laughing.
“Sir!”
Shankar grinned, unrepentant.
She got into the car and pulled down the window to say goodbye. As the glass began to rise, she heard cheering sounds coming from the tennis court area inside the farmhouse grounds. The court was partially hidden behind a fence covered with plants.
For a split second, she thought she saw something.She blinked, startled. When she looked again, it was just a man in shorts playing tennis. She felt like she saw a naked woman she looked again it was a man topless wearing shorts. She leaned back in the seat, breathing deeply.
This world is getting into her head. She was feeling tired still thats why she was seeing things that are not there.
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