Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
The Arrival
 
The doorbell rang.
 
Mamta walked through the darkness, her bare feet silent on the floor.
 
She knew every step, every corner, every inch of her home.
 
She'd memorized it in the dark, spent hours walking these paths until her body knew them better than her eyes ever had.
 
She opened the door.
 
Rohan stood there, silhouetted against the faint glow of the street lamp.
 
He couldn't see her, only her outline, the shimmer of her saree catching the dim light like starlight on dark water.
 
"What happened?" His voice carried surprise, uncertainty.
 
He wasn't sure what she was up to.
 
"Come in," she whispered.
 
He stepped inside.
 
She closed the door behind him, and the darkness became absolute.
 
"Rohan, "
 
"Where are you?"
 
She pressed her body against his.
 
The silk of her saree brushed against his clothes, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the warmth of her bare skin, the softness of her body yielding against him.
 
His breath caught.
 
His hands hovered at her waist, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid she might dissolve beneath his touch.
 
The heat of her body seeped through the silk, radiating against his palms before he'd even made contact.
 
"Touch me," she whispered.
 
"Feel me."
 
He reached out, his hands finding her waist.
 
The silk was smooth, almost liquid beneath his fingers.