Title: The Artist's Touch
Scene 1
The doorbell rang, pulling Saloni away from her phone. She had spent the last hour scrolling through pictures of Durga Puja pandals in CR Park, planning her route for the evening.
She opened the door to a girl who looked younger than her, maybe in her early twenties. She had short, boyish hair, and was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and cargo pants. She carried a large professional kit.
Saloni: "Hi, you must be from the Urban Star Company?"
Jaya: "Yes, ma'am. I'm Jaya. For the facial, mani-pedi, and mehndi?"
Saloni: "That's me. Please, come in."
Saloni led her into the living room where she had already laid out a sheet on the floor next to the sofa. The afternoon sun streamed through the large window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
Jaya set up her equipment with quiet efficiency. Saloni settled onto the sofa, placing her feet in the small tub of warm water Jaya had prepared.
She's kind of cute, Saloni thought, a small smile playing on her lips. Definitely a tomboy. I like that.
The session started with the facial and then the pedicure. Jaya worked with a focused, professional silence. But when she moved on to the manicure, things shifted.
Saloni was wearing a loose, comfortable pajama set. The top was a deep V-neck crop top that showed off the curve of her large, round breasts.
As Jaya sat on a low stool in front of her, carefully filing her nails, Saloni noticed the girl’s eyes.
Jaya would look down at her hands, concentrating on the cuticles, and then her gaze would flick up. Not to Saloni’s face, but lower. To her chest. It was a quick, almost imperceptible glance, but it happened again. And then a third time, lingering for a second longer.
Saloni felt a spark of amusement and intrigue. She wasn’t offended; she was flattered. She knew the effect her body could have on people, both men and women. Instead of covering up, she leaned forward slightly, pretending to inspect her nails more closely. The movement made her V-neck gape a little more, offering a clearer view of her cleavage.
She watched as Jaya’s Adam's apple moved up and down. The girl quickly looked back down at Saloni's hand, her movements becoming just a fraction more deliberate.
Oh, one hundred percent. She’s into me, Saloni thought, feeling a thrill run through her. This could be fun.
She decided to play along, enjoying the silent little game that had just begun. The rest of the manicure was filled with this quiet tension, a dance of stray glances and subtle invitations.
Scene 2
After the manicure, Jaya began setting up for the mehndi. Saloni chose a simple floral design for her hands, extending up her forearms. As Jaya began applying the intricate patterns, Saloni noticed that the subtle glances towards her cleavage were now less subtle, more frequent. Jaya’s brow was furrowed in concentration on the mehndi, but her eyes kept drifting.
Saloni found herself enjoying the attention, a warm blush spreading across her chest. She decided to push the boundary a little further. When Jaya was focused on a particularly delicate part of the design near her wrist, Saloni leaned back against the sofa, stretching her arms out. This movement caused her crop top to pull taut across her breasts, making her cleavage even more prominent, almost spilling out of the fabric.
She stole a glance at Jaya, who froze for a split second, her eyes wide as they landed on Saloni’s chest before quickly snapping back to the mehndi cone in her hand. A faint blush crept up Jaya's neck, a stark contrast to her otherwise composed demeanor.
Gotcha, Saloni thought, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. This girl was definitely flustered.
When Jaya finally finished the mehndi on both hands, meticulously checking her work, Saloni made her move.
Saloni: "That's beautiful, Jaya. Absolutely stunning."
Jaya: "Thank you, ma'am." Her voice was a little breathy.
Saloni: "Actually," Saloni said, her voice dropping to a softer, more suggestive tone, "I was wondering if you could do a little extra art for me."
Jaya looked up, her gaze meeting Saloni's directly for the first time. There was a question in her eyes, a hint of understanding, and a flicker of excitement.
Saloni: "You know," Saloni continued, gesturing subtly towards her chest. "Just a small design... here."
A slow smile spread across Jaya’s face, tentative at first, then broadening into a knowing grin. Saloni returned the smile, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.
Jaya: "On your... cleavage?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but her eyes sparkled with a daring challenge.
Saloni: "Yes. If you're up for it."
Jaya didn't hesitate.
Jaya: "I can do that."
A thrill shot through Saloni. This was happening. She stood up and moved towards the massage bed in the corner of the living room, which she usually used for her weekly massages.
She lay down on her back, her heart beating a little faster.
Jaya followed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Saloni. Her legs were slightly spread, and Saloni couldn't help but notice a small, dark, wet patch on the front of Jaya's cargo pants, right between her thighs. Well, well, well. Looks like I'm not the only one getting excited here.
Jaya leaned over Saloni, her hand hovering over Saloni's chest.
Jaya: "I'll need to... adjust your top a little."
Saloni: "Go ahead."
With slow, deliberate movements, Jaya gently pulled down the V-neck of Saloni's crop top, exposing more of her ample, braless breasts. Saloni felt the cool air against her skin, and then, a moment later, the warm, soft touch of Jaya's fingers as the girl carefully cupped one of Saloni's large, round breasts, steadying it as she prepared to work.
A jolt of pure pleasure shot through Saloni. Fuck. I knew she was good. This is going to be so much more than just mehndi.
Saloni mentally cursed herself for getting mehndi on her hands. They were now useless, covered in wet paste. All she could do was lie there, exposed and expectant, as Jaya's soft touch sent shivers down her spine.
Scene 3
The tip of the mehndi cone was cool against Saloni’s warm skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Jaya began to draw a delicate, swirling vine pattern, starting from the center of Saloni’s cleavage and branching out over the soft swell of her left breast. Her touch was incredibly gentle, yet firm.
While her right hand moved with the precision of a skilled artist, her left hand, which was still cupping Saloni's breast for support, began to move. Almost imperceptibly at first, her thumb started to stroke the side of Saloni's breast in a slow, circular motion. With each pass, the pressure increased just slightly. It wasn’t part of the art; it was a deliberate, sensual caress.
Saloni’s breath hitched. She looked up from her chest to Jaya’s face. The girl was still looking down, a mask of concentration on her features, but Saloni could see a subtle flush on her cheeks. She was watching Saloni’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
Saloni let her head fall back against the bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It was all the encouragement Jaya needed.
Jaya looked up, her dark eyes locking with Saloni’s. A confident, almost predatory smile touched her lips, and Saloni smiled back, her own eyes half-lidded with pleasure. The professional pretense had completely vanished, replaced by a raw, mutual desire.
Slowly, Jaya leaned closer, her face just inches from Saloni’s. The earthy smell of the henna paste filled the air between them. Without breaking eye contact, Jaya leaned in the rest of the way and pressed her lips against Saloni’s.
The kiss was soft at first, questioning. But when Saloni responded, parting her lips, it deepened, becoming hungry and passionate. Jaya’s lips were surprisingly soft, and she tasted faintly of mint. Saloni felt a hot rush of arousal flood her body, a dampness instantly blooming between her legs. God damn it, she thought, her mind hazy. This girl can kiss.
When Jaya finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
Jaya: "You have beautiful skin," she whispered, her voice husky. Her gaze drifted down Saloni’s body, past her stomach to the loose waistband of her pajamas. She looked back up at Saloni, a daring glint in her eyes.
Jaya: "Would you like some mehndi art... down there, too?"
The question hung in the air, electric and bold. Saloni felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her. She was so turned on she could barely think, let alone speak. She could only manage a slow, deliberate nod, barely controlling the raw excitement that was making her tremble.
Scene 4
Jaya's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without a word, her hand, still stained with traces of henna, moved from Saloni’s breast and descended slowly. Her fingers brushed lightly over Saloni’s stomach, sending a delicious shiver through her. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Jaya reached the elastic waistband of Saloni’s pajama bottoms. With a soft tug, she pulled them down, first past her hips, then her thighs, until they bunched around her ankles. Saloni was now completely exposed from the waist down. The air conditioning in the room suddenly felt cool against her very wet, very open vulva. She was undeniably soaking wet, a clear testament to how much Jaya had stirred her.
Jaya's gaze lingered on Saloni's exposed mound, her eyes darkening with desire. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lowered her right hand, her fingers gently touching Saloni’s pubic hair, sending a jolt straight through Saloni’s core.
Jaya: "Do you want the art here?" she murmured, her voice a low, suggestive purr, her thumb lightly caressing the sensitive skin of Saloni's inner thigh. "Or a little lower?"
Saloni’s breath hitched. Her entire body was screaming for Jaya to go lower.
Saloni: "Lower," she managed to gasp, her voice barely a whisper, thick with arousal.
Jaya’s eyes met Saloni’s for a fleeting moment, a silent promise exchanged. Then, her hand moved, inch by exquisite inch, tracing a path down Saloni’s belly, past her pubic mound, until her fingertips brushed against Saloni’s clitoris.
A soft gasp escaped Saloni’s lips. Jaya paused for a moment, letting the intense sensation build, before her fingers finally slipped lower, parting Saloni’s wet folds.
Jaya’s fingers, now slick with Saloni’s wetness, gently, slowly, slid inside her. One finger, then two. Saloni let out a soft moan, arching her back instinctively against the bed. The feeling was exquisite, an intoxicating blend of the newness of Jaya’s touch and the sheer pleasure it ignited.
Jaya leaned in, her warm breath caressing Saloni’s ear.
Jaya: "Such a good girl," she whispered, her voice laced with triumph.
Saloni just lay there, eyes closed, completely lost in the swirling sensations. Her body was alive, humming with a desire that Jaya had so expertly awakened. This was far more than just a mehndi session; it was a hot, delicious exploration that Saloni hadn't known she craved.
The session continued for a long, blissful time, filled with unspoken promises and incredible pleasure. When Jaya finally pulled out, leaving Saloni breathless and spent, a delicate, small mehndi design of a blooming lotus adorned the very top of Saloni's inner thigh, just peeking out from where her pajamas would normally sit. It was a private, beautiful secret.
Later, as Jaya packed up her kit, a contented smile played on Saloni's lips. She felt thoroughly pleasured, pampered, and undeniably satisfied.
Saloni: "That was... an excellent service, Jaya."
Jaya: "Glad you enjoyed it, ma'am." Jaya winked, a playful glint in her eye.
Saloni reached for her purse and pulled out a thick wad of cash. She handed it to Jaya, along with a generous tip.
Saloni: "For your excellent work. And for making my evening very interesting."
Jaya's smile softened, a genuine warmth in her eyes.
Jaya: "Thank you, ma'am. I hope to see you again soon."
As Jaya left, Saloni couldn’t help but wonder when her next "mehndi session" would be. She already knew it wouldn't be for the art on her hands.
Scene 1
The doorbell rang, pulling Saloni away from her phone. She had spent the last hour scrolling through pictures of Durga Puja pandals in CR Park, planning her route for the evening.
She opened the door to a girl who looked younger than her, maybe in her early twenties. She had short, boyish hair, and was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and cargo pants. She carried a large professional kit.
Saloni: "Hi, you must be from the Urban Star Company?"
Jaya: "Yes, ma'am. I'm Jaya. For the facial, mani-pedi, and mehndi?"
Saloni: "That's me. Please, come in."
Saloni led her into the living room where she had already laid out a sheet on the floor next to the sofa. The afternoon sun streamed through the large window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.
Jaya set up her equipment with quiet efficiency. Saloni settled onto the sofa, placing her feet in the small tub of warm water Jaya had prepared.
She's kind of cute, Saloni thought, a small smile playing on her lips. Definitely a tomboy. I like that.
The session started with the facial and then the pedicure. Jaya worked with a focused, professional silence. But when she moved on to the manicure, things shifted.
Saloni was wearing a loose, comfortable pajama set. The top was a deep V-neck crop top that showed off the curve of her large, round breasts.
As Jaya sat on a low stool in front of her, carefully filing her nails, Saloni noticed the girl’s eyes.
Jaya would look down at her hands, concentrating on the cuticles, and then her gaze would flick up. Not to Saloni’s face, but lower. To her chest. It was a quick, almost imperceptible glance, but it happened again. And then a third time, lingering for a second longer.
Saloni felt a spark of amusement and intrigue. She wasn’t offended; she was flattered. She knew the effect her body could have on people, both men and women. Instead of covering up, she leaned forward slightly, pretending to inspect her nails more closely. The movement made her V-neck gape a little more, offering a clearer view of her cleavage.
She watched as Jaya’s Adam's apple moved up and down. The girl quickly looked back down at Saloni's hand, her movements becoming just a fraction more deliberate.
Oh, one hundred percent. She’s into me, Saloni thought, feeling a thrill run through her. This could be fun.
She decided to play along, enjoying the silent little game that had just begun. The rest of the manicure was filled with this quiet tension, a dance of stray glances and subtle invitations.
Scene 2
After the manicure, Jaya began setting up for the mehndi. Saloni chose a simple floral design for her hands, extending up her forearms. As Jaya began applying the intricate patterns, Saloni noticed that the subtle glances towards her cleavage were now less subtle, more frequent. Jaya’s brow was furrowed in concentration on the mehndi, but her eyes kept drifting.
Saloni found herself enjoying the attention, a warm blush spreading across her chest. She decided to push the boundary a little further. When Jaya was focused on a particularly delicate part of the design near her wrist, Saloni leaned back against the sofa, stretching her arms out. This movement caused her crop top to pull taut across her breasts, making her cleavage even more prominent, almost spilling out of the fabric.
She stole a glance at Jaya, who froze for a split second, her eyes wide as they landed on Saloni’s chest before quickly snapping back to the mehndi cone in her hand. A faint blush crept up Jaya's neck, a stark contrast to her otherwise composed demeanor.
Gotcha, Saloni thought, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. This girl was definitely flustered.
When Jaya finally finished the mehndi on both hands, meticulously checking her work, Saloni made her move.
Saloni: "That's beautiful, Jaya. Absolutely stunning."
Jaya: "Thank you, ma'am." Her voice was a little breathy.
Saloni: "Actually," Saloni said, her voice dropping to a softer, more suggestive tone, "I was wondering if you could do a little extra art for me."
Jaya looked up, her gaze meeting Saloni's directly for the first time. There was a question in her eyes, a hint of understanding, and a flicker of excitement.
Saloni: "You know," Saloni continued, gesturing subtly towards her chest. "Just a small design... here."
A slow smile spread across Jaya’s face, tentative at first, then broadening into a knowing grin. Saloni returned the smile, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.
Jaya: "On your... cleavage?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, but her eyes sparkled with a daring challenge.
Saloni: "Yes. If you're up for it."
Jaya didn't hesitate.
Jaya: "I can do that."
A thrill shot through Saloni. This was happening. She stood up and moved towards the massage bed in the corner of the living room, which she usually used for her weekly massages.
She lay down on her back, her heart beating a little faster.
Jaya followed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Saloni. Her legs were slightly spread, and Saloni couldn't help but notice a small, dark, wet patch on the front of Jaya's cargo pants, right between her thighs. Well, well, well. Looks like I'm not the only one getting excited here.
Jaya leaned over Saloni, her hand hovering over Saloni's chest.
Jaya: "I'll need to... adjust your top a little."
Saloni: "Go ahead."
With slow, deliberate movements, Jaya gently pulled down the V-neck of Saloni's crop top, exposing more of her ample, braless breasts. Saloni felt the cool air against her skin, and then, a moment later, the warm, soft touch of Jaya's fingers as the girl carefully cupped one of Saloni's large, round breasts, steadying it as she prepared to work.
A jolt of pure pleasure shot through Saloni. Fuck. I knew she was good. This is going to be so much more than just mehndi.
Saloni mentally cursed herself for getting mehndi on her hands. They were now useless, covered in wet paste. All she could do was lie there, exposed and expectant, as Jaya's soft touch sent shivers down her spine.
Scene 3
The tip of the mehndi cone was cool against Saloni’s warm skin, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Jaya began to draw a delicate, swirling vine pattern, starting from the center of Saloni’s cleavage and branching out over the soft swell of her left breast. Her touch was incredibly gentle, yet firm.
While her right hand moved with the precision of a skilled artist, her left hand, which was still cupping Saloni's breast for support, began to move. Almost imperceptibly at first, her thumb started to stroke the side of Saloni's breast in a slow, circular motion. With each pass, the pressure increased just slightly. It wasn’t part of the art; it was a deliberate, sensual caress.
Saloni’s breath hitched. She looked up from her chest to Jaya’s face. The girl was still looking down, a mask of concentration on her features, but Saloni could see a subtle flush on her cheeks. She was watching Saloni’s reaction from the corner of her eye.
Saloni let her head fall back against the bed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It was all the encouragement Jaya needed.
Jaya looked up, her dark eyes locking with Saloni’s. A confident, almost predatory smile touched her lips, and Saloni smiled back, her own eyes half-lidded with pleasure. The professional pretense had completely vanished, replaced by a raw, mutual desire.
Slowly, Jaya leaned closer, her face just inches from Saloni’s. The earthy smell of the henna paste filled the air between them. Without breaking eye contact, Jaya leaned in the rest of the way and pressed her lips against Saloni’s.
The kiss was soft at first, questioning. But when Saloni responded, parting her lips, it deepened, becoming hungry and passionate. Jaya’s lips were surprisingly soft, and she tasted faintly of mint. Saloni felt a hot rush of arousal flood her body, a dampness instantly blooming between her legs. God damn it, she thought, her mind hazy. This girl can kiss.
When Jaya finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
Jaya: "You have beautiful skin," she whispered, her voice husky. Her gaze drifted down Saloni’s body, past her stomach to the loose waistband of her pajamas. She looked back up at Saloni, a daring glint in her eyes.
Jaya: "Would you like some mehndi art... down there, too?"
The question hung in the air, electric and bold. Saloni felt a fresh wave of heat wash over her. She was so turned on she could barely think, let alone speak. She could only manage a slow, deliberate nod, barely controlling the raw excitement that was making her tremble.
Scene 4
Jaya's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without a word, her hand, still stained with traces of henna, moved from Saloni’s breast and descended slowly. Her fingers brushed lightly over Saloni’s stomach, sending a delicious shiver through her. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
Jaya reached the elastic waistband of Saloni’s pajama bottoms. With a soft tug, she pulled them down, first past her hips, then her thighs, until they bunched around her ankles. Saloni was now completely exposed from the waist down. The air conditioning in the room suddenly felt cool against her very wet, very open vulva. She was undeniably soaking wet, a clear testament to how much Jaya had stirred her.
Jaya's gaze lingered on Saloni's exposed mound, her eyes darkening with desire. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lowered her right hand, her fingers gently touching Saloni’s pubic hair, sending a jolt straight through Saloni’s core.
Jaya: "Do you want the art here?" she murmured, her voice a low, suggestive purr, her thumb lightly caressing the sensitive skin of Saloni's inner thigh. "Or a little lower?"
Saloni’s breath hitched. Her entire body was screaming for Jaya to go lower.
Saloni: "Lower," she managed to gasp, her voice barely a whisper, thick with arousal.
Jaya’s eyes met Saloni’s for a fleeting moment, a silent promise exchanged. Then, her hand moved, inch by exquisite inch, tracing a path down Saloni’s belly, past her pubic mound, until her fingertips brushed against Saloni’s clitoris.
A soft gasp escaped Saloni’s lips. Jaya paused for a moment, letting the intense sensation build, before her fingers finally slipped lower, parting Saloni’s wet folds.
Jaya’s fingers, now slick with Saloni’s wetness, gently, slowly, slid inside her. One finger, then two. Saloni let out a soft moan, arching her back instinctively against the bed. The feeling was exquisite, an intoxicating blend of the newness of Jaya’s touch and the sheer pleasure it ignited.
Jaya leaned in, her warm breath caressing Saloni’s ear.
Jaya: "Such a good girl," she whispered, her voice laced with triumph.
Saloni just lay there, eyes closed, completely lost in the swirling sensations. Her body was alive, humming with a desire that Jaya had so expertly awakened. This was far more than just a mehndi session; it was a hot, delicious exploration that Saloni hadn't known she craved.
The session continued for a long, blissful time, filled with unspoken promises and incredible pleasure. When Jaya finally pulled out, leaving Saloni breathless and spent, a delicate, small mehndi design of a blooming lotus adorned the very top of Saloni's inner thigh, just peeking out from where her pajamas would normally sit. It was a private, beautiful secret.
Later, as Jaya packed up her kit, a contented smile played on Saloni's lips. She felt thoroughly pleasured, pampered, and undeniably satisfied.
Saloni: "That was... an excellent service, Jaya."
Jaya: "Glad you enjoyed it, ma'am." Jaya winked, a playful glint in her eye.
Saloni reached for her purse and pulled out a thick wad of cash. She handed it to Jaya, along with a generous tip.
Saloni: "For your excellent work. And for making my evening very interesting."
Jaya's smile softened, a genuine warmth in her eyes.
Jaya: "Thank you, ma'am. I hope to see you again soon."
As Jaya left, Saloni couldn’t help but wonder when her next "mehndi session" would be. She already knew it wouldn't be for the art on her hands.
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