Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
The blouse loosened completely, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, warm against the silk of her skin, and eased it down.
 
It slid from her arms, from her wrists, and joined the pallu on the floor.
 
She stood before him in the white bra and the crimson saree skirt.
 
He turned her gently to face him.
 
Her eyes were still closed.
 
"Seema," he said.
 
She opened them.
 
He didn't move.
 
Not at first.
 
He just looked at her, really looked, standing there in the white bra and the crimson saree skirt, her hair loose and tumbling around her shoulders, her skin glowing in the lamplight, her eyes fixed on his.
 
"Can I, " he started, then stopped.
 
His voice was rough, uncertain.
 
He didn't want to rush.
 
He didn't want to break this spell.
 
But he also couldn't stop looking at her, couldn't stop wanting to see more, to know more, to hold more of her.
 
She nodded.
 
Just once.
 
He reached for the clasp of her bra.
 
His fingers found it, small and silver and impossibly delicate, and he paused there, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.
 
She shivered, a small, involuntary movement, and he felt it travel through him like a current.
 
He worked the clasp free, slowly, carefully, and the straps loosened.
 
The bra slid from her shoulders, down her arms, and she let it fall.
 
She stood before him, bare from the waist up, and he forgot how to breathe.
 
Her breasts were small and full, the color of warm honey, with dark nipples that tightened in the cool air of the room.
 
Her skin was impossibly smooth, unmarked except for a small mole near her left collarbone and another just beneath her right breast, and he wanted, God, he wanted, to touch every inch of her, to memorize every detail, to learn her body the way he had learned her face.
 
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
 
He had said it before, but this time it meant something different.
 
This time it meant I see you.
 
All of you.
 
And I want all of you.
 
She didn't speak.
 
Her arms hung at her sides, and her eyes were still open, still watching him, and there was fear there, he could see it, a shadow at the edges, but there was something else too.
 
Something that looked like surrender.