Adultery Ajab Si Piyas

[maitripatel]

Before any further conversation could take place, a waiter approached our table and came to a halt right beside us.

I could feel his gaze fixed squarely upon my body. He was speaking to Saud, yet he kept stealing furtive glances in my direction. Peering at the deep cleavage revealed by my low-cut neckline, he clearly yearned to get a better look at my boobs- though fulfilling that desire was going to be a difficult task.
 
Saud, too, sensed the waiter’s hungry eyes roving over my body; yet, feigning ignorance, he kept his attention fixed on the menu card, acting as if he were completely oblivious to everything unfolding around him. Perhaps he was deriving some amusement from the situation. Created by Maitri.
 
Then, Saud ordered him to bring the soup. The waiter cast one last lingering glance at my boobs- straining against the fabric of my top- before finally walking away.
 
I shot Saud a reproachful look and said:
 
“Just look at that... How could you let that waiter stare at my body like that? And here you were, actually enjoying watching that low-class guy ogle me.”
 
Hearing my words, Saud burst into laughter- "Heheheheheh."
 
A short while later, the very same waiter returned, carrying a tray with two bowls of soup. He placed one bowl in front of Saud. Then, to set the second bowl before me, he positioned himself to my right side; as he placed the bowl down, his hand brushed against my shoulder.
 
Being touched by that stranger sent a strange, pleasant sensation through my body. I simply glanced at his hand resting on my shoulder but offered no verbal reaction. Perhaps I was beginning to develop a fondness for men from the "lower class." Who knows?
 
I looked over at Saud; he was stirring his soup while staring into his bowl, still maintaining the pretense that he was completely unaware of what had just transpired. But I knew- I knew he was fully aware, and that he was secretly relishing every moment of these antics. After merely touching me once and glancing down into my plunging neckline, the waiter walked away.
 
The moment he left, I kicked Saud under the table. Saud smiled, looked over at me, and gave me a wink. He signaled- non-verbally- that this sort of thing happens; it’s a common occurrence. He seemed happy. Presented by Maitri.
 
I offered a smile in return and began to sip my soup.
 
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Maitri.