Adultery The Aarogya Wellness and Intimacy Clinic

[prasannas2001]

 

 
Seema's legs were long and shapely, tapering from firm rounded calves to thighs that were generous and smooth, the skin a very fair and soft, the inner thighs paler where the sun never reached, and they fell away from each other in a slow graceful V.
 
The gown had bunched at her waist, and between her thighs, framed by that widening V, sat her pussy, small, neat, the outer lips softly furled, a trim patch of dark hair above it, the rest of the skin bare and clean and glowing under the chandelier.
 
It was the pussy of a woman in her twenties, untouched by childbirth, unmarked, almost girlish in its tidiness, and it was closed in a way that seemed to be waiting.
 
Dr. Anjali reached out with both thumbs and, very gently, drew the outer lips apart.
 
Seema inhaled.
 
The skin inside was the palest pink, a light rose, almost translucent, delicate as the inside of a shell.
 
It was a color that did not seem possible on a body that otherwise ran to warm browns, and it glowed against the honey skin around it.
 
The inner lips emerged, small and petaled, still shy, and then, framed at their top, the hood of her clitoris and the tiny nub beneath it, pink and half-hidden.
 
Below, the dark small opening of her vagina.
 
"Look at that," Dr. Anjali murmured, more to herself than to Seema.
 
"You have beautiful coloring. Very fair inside."
 
Seema's whole body flushed.
 
"Thank you," she whispered, and felt foolish.
 
Dr. Anjali spread her pussy wider, using both thumbs to peel the lips back and away, opening her pussy like a flower pressed gently flat.
 
She spread until Seema could feel the cool air reaching deep into her clit, into the pink walls themselves, until the whole of her pussy lay open and exposed and utterly visible under the light, every fold and ridge and shadow on display.
 
Seema's thighs trembled slightly at the exposure.
 
She wanted to close them.
 
She could not.