Erotica Chithra

[Pinkbilli]

Hi, this is Chithra. I am happily married for long enough that I couldn’t care to remember. We live in a quiet suburb in a pleasant setting. I am in mid thirties, and although I wouldn’t accept it readily, I am still attractive enough to turn heads as I walked on the street, of which I am secretly proud of. I am a bit on the curvy side, and quite tall for an average Indian woman at 5 ft 6”. With a figure of 36C 30 37, my shapely posterior usually stands out when I walk, which my husband is very fond of and liberally lets his fingers play at the first given chance. I usually dress up in sarees and avoid the dresses that hug my body.

I get a plenty of free time during the day as my husband and son disappear. Life was a drab during the afternoon hours until last month. With the arrival of my new neighbour, things took a turn from the usual monotony. He was a decent and smart looking guy about the same age as Ravi, my husband. What interested me was the kind of visitors he got during the mid afternoon periods during the first week of his stay. . Girls that looked like dolls visited him twice during the last week. Oddly, they were dressed in a similar looking shirt and a skirt. Naturally, my girlish curiosity was propelling me to know more. When I mentioned about this to Ravi, he said, ‘Gosh I missed that. Perhaps I should take leave tomorrow to see those beauties’.

Before I could raise my arms to punch him, he hugged me and turned me around, pressing his face close to my neck and breathed heavily. His hands circled held my curvy hip. His left hand was sprawling along the fold at my hip as his right hand advanced to lower my saree waistline swiftly, exposing my navel ‘I am sure none of those hotties are as interesting as you are when it comes to this department’ and fingered my deep navel playfully. I held his hands with mine tighter and jerked in response to his playful fingers. He moved his other hand from my hip free hand on my face along my cheek and across my lips. I closed my eyes and parted my lips to lick his finger as he eagerly licked my earlobes, instantly turning me on. His finger continued to play with my navel, each and every bit of touch there still excited me after all these years of marriage and even more so, Ravi treasures my reactions. He is especially proud of my creamy waist devoid of any stretch marks after our child birth. I am quite proud of it too and would love to flaunt more of it, but avoid it usually for the very reason that I am overly sensitive to even the cool breeze brushing my bare midriff. I am always careful to not expose much of my midriff, to Ravi’s disappointment. Anyway, a loud advert in the TV brought us back to reality and I peeled myself off from Ravi as our son who is 8 might be home any minute now, after his play session with his friends.


As days passed I became more curious about my new neighbour, as I saw one of the girls paid another visit to his place. Its none of my business, but still. One afternoon as I was just about to take a nap, I heard a knock on the door. I opened with a sleepy face, only to find that my new neighbour’s smiley face greet me. I nearly jumped off my feet. ‘yes?’ I said.
‘Hello madam. I am Anil.’ He introduced himself politely and extended his hand casually. I actually went back a step and nodded slightly. He laughed aloud and continued. ‘I am new to this area as you may have noticed. My wife and son will join me next month. I just got transferred to this town. I need some help with setting up the school and other arrangements for my son. I noticed that your son is about the same age as mine, hence I came here to ask for help.’

He spoke very pleasantly. I liked the way he came straight to the topic. I smiled at him for the first time. ‘Please come in, have a seat’, I showed him the couch. As he came in, I noticed that he is a lot taller and fitter than Ravi. His T-Shirt showed more of his muscles than its intended purpose of hiding. No doubt, the beautiful girls visit him, I thought, then immediately wondered ‘why am I jealous?’ As we sat, he continued ‘I need some recommendations from you regarding the schools. Sorry If I have disturbed your afternoon nap. You must have been exhausted after your busy day, my apologies again.’ I warmed up to him. ‘no no, not at all. That’s ok. It’s a pleasure I could be of help.’, and proceeded to give him the details. He was a good listener and didn’t interrupt me as I spoke, looked straight at my face and no where else. It gave me the feeling that he is a proper gentleman. I felt at ease in his presence, for I am usually very reserved when I meet new people. His easy going nature must have been it. He was asking various questions about the neighbourhood and was telling about his wife and son and even before I realised, I got deeply engaged in the conversation with him.

In the middle of our conversation he said quite abruptly, ‘I like the coffee without sugar.’ I laughed, taking the hint, and stood up and made my way to the kitchen. As I walked I was wondering to myself if he would be staring at my backside too, just like Ravi and most men. Ravi is a connoisseur in appreciating the female posterior with a gaping mouth. Much to my irritation he appraises not just me, but every female life from under the sun. As I prepared his coffee, I brushed the thought aside as Mr. Anil seems to not be of that kind. In fact, in all the time we spoke, he didn’t let his gaze astray on any part of my body other than my face. This would be an impossible feat to achieve for Ravi! Even now he was deeply buried in a magazine as I turned to take a glance at him. Appreciating his good manners, smiling to myself I raised my arms and leaned forward to pick up the sugar from the cupboard over my head. What I didn’t realise was, at that precise moment, a pair of eyes shifted from the magazine to quickly but hungrily scan my partly exposed blouse clad left breast and the smooth creamy waist that was exposed, my shapely thigh and curvy behind.

As we sipped the coffee, I asked him, what he does for a living. He said that he’s a chief designer at the ‘new star’ airline, one of the fastest growing private carriers. ‘Ah, that explained the girls!’ I nearly shouted.’ He laughed ‘Yes they’re our Air-hostesses. You’re very observant miss?’ oh, I am chithra. I answered cheerfully like a school girl. ‘Nice name Chithra, You can call me Anil.’ He extended his hand easily. This time, I took his hand without much hesitation to my own surprise. Usually, No one calls me by my name but for Ravi. So it sounded very odd when he said. ‘That’s their uniform chithra and that’s a part of the problem that I am working on right now. ’ I got so much engrossed in the conversation that I didn’t really object to him calling me by my name. Instead, a very enthused me, questioned him, ‘Why is the uniform a problem?’
‘It’s a problem; because my management feels that we would be closer to the travelling public should our girls be dressed in sarees as opposed to bracing the west.’ ‘That would be a brilliant idea,’ I chimed along. ‘Its good in principle, but need some input, pretty badly for that. I am the chief designer chithra and I do have sub-ordinates reporting to me, but they are either men or women who are too westernized. Usually my wife would have been an ideal candidate, but she is not around until next month. So I am in a bit of a fix.’

I mumbled ‘Oh that’s a situation’. He nodded and continued ‘Oh, but you look ravishing in this saree that you are currently wearing. I must tell you, you have a natural talent in picking up the right kind of saree to suit you. May be you could be of help to me. That is, only if you have time and if you are willing to do something different. What do you say chithra?’

I shifted a bit uneasily, ‘what do you mean?’ I asked. ‘Oh, it’s just that, I need to shortlist 3 different designs out of hundreds of concepts and designs that our design-simulator software came up with. It’s quite smart tool, and just requires some basic information. I could not finalise which ones to choose out of the lot, because I have no clue how they would look like when worn as a saree. It would be impractical to print all of them as sarees, as we don’t have that kind of budget. That’s why I was calling these girls to get their input, but I must say, I am not convinced entirely. Do you mind taking a look at the designs at the computer at my home Chithra? It won’t take very long.’

This sounded like a very different kind of venture and I said with the same school-girlish enthusiasm ‘Sure Anil, Why not!’ I was surprised at myself calling him Anil. So come with me now, if you don’t mind please, he stood up without waiting for me. ‘What? Right now?’ I followed him nevertheless to his house. His house was roughly about the same size of ours, but working for an Airline showed up immediately as the interior was proper posh. There were several replica planes in the showcase. He offered me a soft drink as we sat in his study. ‘Nice house’ I said. ‘Thanks, but not nearly as nice as you are. Thanks for jumping in to help me at the short notice. You are a star chithra’ he said smiling at me. I giggled in a silly sort of way as he flattered me. He showed me the designs his tool has come up with in his PC one after another. Some were amazing, many were ordinary, but all of them had a common theme as the Airline logo and the base colour orange somewhere or the other. I looked at them all one by one very interestedly adding my comments like too dull or too gaudy and so on. Finally I short listed 3 designs which I thought would look good on a saree. We went through the procedure to pick up colours the matching blouses.

I just realised that it was nearly time for my son to return from school. I stood up asking if that is all there is he need from me. He got up too, thanking me. I left his house and came back home with the thoughts of the afternoon at his place still in my mind. I casually mentioned it to Ravi and he was nodding interestedly and ended the topic with his usual playful way. ‘any Air-hostess darshan today?’ That night, I was thinking about our conversation with Anil over and over again. His simple compliments made me feel good. It wasn’t like this before.

A few days passed with exchange of greetings and exchange of pleasantries when we , and one morning, just after Ravi and my son left home, I was busy stuffing the dirty clothes inside the washing machine when I heard the doorbell. Irritated, ‘what has he forgot now’ cursing under my breath, I wiped the sweat on my forehead and rushed to the door. As I opened my tone changed from irritation to smile, ‘Oh hello Anil, please come in.’ still standing at the entrance I wiped my forehead with my pallu. In the morning hurry-burry the saree had slipped below navel which I hadn’t noticed. As I was wiping, Anil was getting a grand view of my deep navel which I didn’t realise at that time. ‘I am sorry again to catch you at an odd time, but I felt that you would be quite interested to know too, about the design we have chosen. Would you want to come with me? I would like to introduce you, the brain behind the work to our team and our trial girl, one of the Stewardesses that would try the outfit on. What you say Chithra? It’s scheduled for this morning. I hope you can join me.’

He was so convincing that I said yes first and then realised my state. I was sweating from head to toe, and badly needed a shower before I want to leave the house to anywhere. ‘Can you wait here for a few minutes Anil? I won’t be long, ok?’ I ran inside the bedroom, headed for our en suite bathroom, wondering how casual I have become now, calling him in a first name basis - so freely. Once inside I banged the bathroom door and shed my sweaty clothes as fast as I could and jumped in the shower. As I just finished and was wiping myself dry, I could hear the phone ringing. Not thinking much, wrapping myself up with the sane turkey-towel that I was wiping my body with, I opened the door to pick up the cordless phone in the bedroom. The phone was ringing about 3 to 4 times already as I opened the door. At the same time, Anil had just stepped in to the bedroom entrance from the hall. I realised his presence after I took a couple of steps and was halfway there between the phone and the bathroom door. He looked as stunned as I was, seeing me like that.

The towel was too small and was just barely covering my pussy from open view and showed my legs in full glory. I held my hand at the knot over my boobs tightly and froze in shame. Thankfully the bedroom light was not on, and only a dull day light was seeping in. Anil was scanning me from head to toe, as I shifted uncomfortably. We both heard the phone ring again. Regaining his composure Anil said, ‘I am awfully sorry to surprise you like this Chithra.’ Still shocked, I nodded, signalling its ok. But instead of going back to the living room, he stepped forward quickly, ‘don’t worry, I am closer to the phone’ and picked up the receiver and held it to me. As he handed over the receiver, he stared at my boobs as they seem to be spilling over the towel, despite my futile attempt to cover up with my hands. As I took the phone to my ear, he stepped out smiling at me. It was Ravi on the call. He sounded irritated about the delay. I explained to him that I was in shower. It was nothing important and was one of his regular calls. Since he yelled at me, I decided that I could tell him about my trip today with Anil, later in the evening. After the conversation, I got dressed up quite hurriedly, picked up the first set of inners that popped out of the drawer, a white bra and a maroon panty and yellow petticoat to go with my yellow saree and similar coloured blouse. I applied a little make up and got ready while thinking about my rendezvous with Anil a few minutes back.

As I stepped out to the lounge, Anil apologised to me sincerely. I was still unable to look at his face as I was still reeling in shame. He came close to me and patted my shoulder gently. ‘Its OK chithra. That was an accident. I am sorry about it too. But you looked very fantastic back there.’ I smiled at him very shyly and instantly looked away. ‘C’mon lets go. That lavender perfume feels great on you.’ he said.
Genuinely surprised, ‘wow you’re an expert at this’ , I said. He laughed and nodded a no. ‘I just looked at the label when I was picking up the phone.’

I laughed with him heartily complimenting his observation skills as we moved out to his car. Laughing aloud brought back some normality in me and on our way to his work place, we were talking various things and I had nearly forgotten the morning’s incident as we reached his work place.

 

[Pinkbilli]

We wasted no time and went to his office right at the airport perimeter. It was in a classified area requiring clearance and as we entered his office there were many faces greeting him. We reached a large office area, largely empty, with a lot of design charts and other paraphernalia. It was connected to various different rooms and it was nearly empty, but for a couple of his colleagues who were glued to their PCs in a corner.

‘She should be here any minute now.’ Anil said. Before I could ask who, the door on the opposite side opened and a stunningly beautiful lady walked towards us. ‘Hi Anil, this must be chithra’. She was waving at me. I smiled at her and waved back. ‘Anil was full of praises for you. You must be a star, he doesn’t praise anyone easily.’ I just responded with a smile modestly not realising by then, that I wouldn’t have any of it (modesty) left soon!

Anil introduced us: This is Anita, our senior air hostess and she is chithra, the brain behind our design.

Anita: The brain behind the design also has a lot of beauty!

I smiled shyly and shook her hand, but as I did my eyes compulsively went to her bare midriff. She seemed immune to my stares, but not Anil. I took a good long look at her curvy unblemished nearly bare hip and her deep navel exposed so carelessly, by her drooping waistline and her generous cleavage showing through her semi-transparent single layered pallu. That was one of the saree designs with a white base that she was wearing. I recognized the pattern instantly.

Anil: Chithra, Can you make sure that everything is fine with her saree,? I mean the right designs are at the right places, as you have imagined. You know…

Me: Ok, sure. (Anita stood smiling at me like a statue).

Anil: Do you think that she is exposing a bit too much?

I kept quiet as I didn’t want to criticise her right away. ‘Man! This would be quite a show if all the girls dressed this way!’ I thought.

Me: Sure the saree suits her well.
Anita: (proudly) thank you. I am sure it would suit you very well too Chithra. You have a great body you know.

Me: (ignoring that comment for the moment) How does it feel to wear it Anita?

Anita: yeah. It’s a new material. So soft and silky, Just glides, you know.

Me: Do you have any trouble tucking in your pleats? ( I moved her pallu aside gently and inserted my index finger inside her waistline right at her pleats to check . )

Me: Yes… feels right Anita.

While I was checking, my fingers brushed against her lower abdomen. I refrained from poking her navel.

Me: oh…you have a very smooth skin. I am surprised even how the saree hangs on you? (I laughed at my own joke, promptly joined by Anil).

Anil: Yes she is silky smooth (and to my surprise, he gently pinched her waist!)

Anita was gloating. She obviously liked being the centre of attention and was enjoying my micro scanning her.

Anita: Chithra, you should try it out too. After all, it’s your design.

Me: Me? … Oh …well..no… its fine.

Anil: Yeah, why don’t you try it on as she says? C’mon

After a bit more persuasion from both of them, I gave in.

Me: Ok. I shall try it on.

Anita: That’s great. I think, the rest of the stuff you’re wearing wouldn’t match the saree though,(pointing at my blouse) but don’t worry. This is air-hostess world. We have all the clothes, in all colours and patterns. (looking at Anil).

Anil: oh! (now staring directly at my boobs with a smiley face), but I doubt if we might have anything big enough to fit her huge melons. No air-hostess here has such big ones here, as far as I know.

Confused at Anil’s sudden directness I cringed in embarrassment, Anita laughed & added ‘yea they ARE huge indeed!’
Amidst her giggles, she placed both her hands at the base of my tits and bounced them up a couple of times just like a juggler would.’ I shrieked and jumped back from her totally not anticipating this one coming. ‘and heavy too’ she guffawed and this time Anil roared with her too.
As I stood red faced, still laughing she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me ‘C’mon chit. Let’s go.’ I moved along as she opened the door to the adjacent room, my mind still rewinding the invasion of my boobs.

I was cursing myself. Of course, I felt her up nicely for my share. So I can’t blame her now for taking liberties. – was my naïve mind’s reasoning.

She closed the door behind us and interrupted my thought by shaking me by my shoulders.

Anita: Hello! The blouses are here in this shelf and the bras and panties are in the adjacent one. Here is the new saree (she fetched a new one still in the box. and handed it to me).

Me: Uh! OK (taken aback slightly by her directness. I was sort of expecting her to leave the room, but she was standing still not making any effort to leave.)

(As I pulled the saree out of the box, she came closer to me )

Anita: Personally, I prefer not to wear panties. I like the feeling of the cool air down there, you know what I mean?

Me: yes I know. I do that sometimes too. But… not here.. (and laughed nervously).
(I wondered if Anita isn’t wearing anything inside today too, which would explain, all the special attention to her backside by Anil! I didn’t realise by then that Anita had decided to have some fun with me too.)

Anita: Why don’t you remove your saree and blouse? Its time to try the new stuff!

(She didn’t move an inch, I thought to myself- ‘I can’t afford to be too shy’ and turned a bit to face away from he… but not too much, as I thought it might offend her. I undid the safety hook at the shoulder, and placed it on the stretched hand of the now eager Anita.

Anita: Yes, Go on.

I pulled the pleats of my saree out of the petticoat and as casually as I could, I unwrapped the now loose saree from my hip and proceeded to pull it off my shoulders, only too conscious of my huge melons and Anita’s inquisitive stare.

Anita: Give it to me Chithra.

I hesitantly passed my saree to her, somewhat unwillingly.

Anita: You have spectacular boobs Chithra! Really!

(unknown to me Anita, had picked up an interest to see the rest of me as she took my saree from me).

Anita: You have a very good structure Chithra. I am seeing so much of you for the first time. ( she paused and looked all over me again)

Me: (blushing) stop it .

Anita: I know what I am talking. I mean it.

As I stood in my blouse and petticoat, my maroon coloured panties peeked out at the gap forms just below the petticoat knot, if its not of the right size. Anita noticed that too. I turned to pick up the new blouse from the shelf. Anita couldn’t let the moment go and swiftly poked her finger at my petticoat gap, letting her fingers sprawl along the slit at naked thigh.

Anita: That’s a strange colour for a panty! Besides you need to revise your petticoat size again dear. See how much it shows.

I dropped the blouse and turned in shock

Her index finger was still toying the elastic waistband of the panty while her other fingers were actually widening the slit as she spoke!
Me: yes. You are right Anita. Its been a while I stitched a new one ( will she not take her fingers from there? )

(God! This is mortifying) she was smiling and nodding… while her fingers were still toying with my panty’s waistband through the petticoat gap.

Anita: I think now would be a right time then! ( she laughed loudly) we have some petticoats too here. But you shouldn’t be wearing it so high up anyway? ( before I could ask what she meant her fingers moved up and deftly yanked my petticoat knot)

Shocked at what happened in the middle of the conversation… impulsively I held the loosened petticoat with my hands and shrieked)

Me: Whaa..at are you?
(before I could finish the sentence, the petticoat has already dropped a few inches from my waist)

Anita: ( interrupting me loudly) See! This is what I mean chithra. See the lines here.
( she pointed at the impression that has now been exposed at my waist at the place where the petticoat was tied before. Her fingers traced a line along the impression at my hip as I stood watching her do that gripping my now loose petticoat. But I soon was gasping at her touches around my hip.

Me: (amidst my gasps) yes, its too tightly tied. ( I added).

Anita: Not only that chithra. Its been tied way above, covering this beautiful depression.

Saying that her index finger poked my deep navel AND STAYED THERE!!
(I instantly gasped loudly!)
She came closer and smiled at me wickedly as she continued to softly poke my navel THOROUGHLY enjoying my facial reaction and responses.

I found myself gasping loudly.

Anita: (giggling) Do you like that Chithra?

I tried to avoid her face, but was too late. It betrayed my emotions free of charge.

Me: (feeling stupid as it is, I admitted) Yes.. Anita. I am a very sensitive there.

Anita: (still poking and forming circles around my navel, now stood so close to me that our boobs brushed) well, who isn’t honey?

Me: (why is she doing this to me? Did I play with her navel? – silly thoughts like this invaded my head as I stood there holding my loose petticoat with both my hands, not even able to ward off Anita’s naughty fingers).

Me: ( I finally blurted) but.. I am a bit over sensitive… please stop it.

Anita: Really? Lets see. (While she continued to play with my belly, she lazily licked the index finger of her free hand and brought it to straight into my navel and pushed it in slowly. It was still hot from her saliva)

Me: aaah! Don’t ( I gasped and closed my eyes as she pushed in more)

She giggled sweetly, obviously enjoying what she is doing to me.

Anita: OK then. I stop.

Suddenly pulling her hands off me and dug all her fingers at both sides of my fleshy curvy hip making me JUMP.

Anita: mmm.. nice and curvy you are!

In utter shock I shrieked and let go of my grip at the petticoat and obeying the laws of gravity it slided down to the floor in the same instance. Anita giggled and poked me again, stamping firmly on the fallen petticoat at the floor. This time though, I managed to grab her hands with mine and willingly stepped out of the petticoat to escape her jabs.

Anita: (suppressing her giggle, victoriously, if not viciously, she said) Hey chithra, leave my hand. I won’t poke you again. Its just that you were so curvy and inviting dear. Believe me, I used to do that to my sister all the time. She is a bit like you, but not as curvy as you are.

Me: I know what you mean ( I couldn’t help but smile, as I reminisced my own student days where I have played the same games. Being at the receiving end is somewhat different)

As I released her hands and laughed with her, she quickly bent and casually picked up my petticoat from the floor.

Anita: So, over there you’ll find new petticoats chithra. Its good that you stepped out of this yellow in-skirts that you’re wearing. They don’t fit you right, besides they won’t match the saree well. There are better matching white ones for you in the shelf. Look around ok.

She said those words so commandingly and easily, to my own surprise, I nodded.

Me: OK, I shall look.
(I walked up to the wardrobe and was busy opening the door of the cupboard as anita tiptoed to the changing room door and opened it wide enough to call for anil ..
and called him loudly... laughing )

 

[Pinkbilli]

Anita: Anil.... Want to see our Saree designer's petticoat? It looks like she needs help herself here!!
I turned back to look in horror as Anita casually threw my saree and petticoat outside the door.(still laughing)
(I wasn’t sure how much Anil could have seen me ... but, she quickly closed the door and walked to me..)
Anita: Honey?... Have you picked?
Me: Hey ..why did u open the door Anita ? (I asked in a hushed tone.. Very shocked momentarily not even worried about her throwing my saree and petticoat outside)

Anita: (coolly) Dont worry honey... we are all casual here...
She came closer to me and caressed my shoulders and smiled. I didn’t know what to believe and a chose to play along, get the whole thing done quickly. I picked up a few petticoats..all to my dislike were in white and were translucent.

me: Are all the petticoats in here white Anita?
Anita: Just to make sure that they dont go well with your panties.. hahaaa...
(She naughtily brought her hands forward to grab my waist band.. but I had anticipated it this time and moved away in time.

Anita: I was just kidding honey. I am not living here everyday. So, honestly I don’t know the answer. See,, i am wearing a white one too.
(she lifted the base of her saree elegantly to show me her petticoat)

Me: OK...

I shrugged...and turned to pick one up from the top shelf marked... 38. hoping that its my size. As I did that, I lost my guard momentarily.... letting Anita stand at grabbing distance from me!
Wasting no time at all, with both her hands, she grabbed the sides of my panties.. and gave it a tug to pull the panty material that had been buried in my butt crack)

Anita: Just a favor honey... (she cooed casually, with her fingers still sticking well inside my panty lines on both my butt cheeks )

I blushed furiously. I have never been treated this way before... and YET strangely I was quite excited to turn partially to face another woman who stands close to me with her fingers in my panties .To my surprise, I smiled and even said thanks to her!

As i tried turn back, I realised my panties came down a few more inches as she still hand her fingers stuck there,..)
Anita: OOPS... ( she sounded apologetic)
I hurriedly pulled it up, but it was a little too late as my healthy bush briefly came into view.
Anita: sorry honey .I didn’t mean to do that, but looks like u need to clean up there. I know of just the right place, you see.

Me: Uh.. it’s ok ( i blushed again and quickly cut her short. I was being eaten alive in shame. I quickly fetched a petticoat and tried to wear it. As soon as I pulled it over my thighs…

Anita.: Hey! I am not joking. You would look horrible if you wear your petticoat over these gaudy coloured panties. So, better change.ok?
Looking down at myself, I had to agree with what she said. I sighed and said OK.

Me: so, is it that shelf that contains the inners? (I went over to the shelf holding the loose petticoat in one hand).
Anita helped me too in searching for the right size, but to my disappointment, they were all many sizes smaller.

Anita: I have an idea! (I can see the light bulb flashing above her head!) Why not give me your panties. We have an additional set of panties in the next room. I will fetch the right one matching the size and shape.. OK?

Me: No. Don’t bother, it’s nice to wear matching sets, but its not essential.
Anita: Don’t be shy honey and sorry to put you into all this trouble
You can wear the petticoat properly in the mean time and remove what’s inside.
(I swear that I saw some mischief in her eyes as she said it, but for some reason I decided to comply. Being controlled and told what to do, by this beautiful woman was strangely exciting me.)

Me: uh... ok. .

I soon found myself grabbing the seams of the flimsy petticoat with my mouth so I could let my right hand inside. It was a bit too tight for both hands anyway.

Holding the petticoat in one hand... I slowly pulled my panties...off my hip ... putting up a dance nearly. (anita watched with anticipation in her eyes!)
The petticoat came down to half my thighs...
Anita (the moment my maroon panties appeared below my petticoat..) that’s good enough honey. Let me help u...( and knelt down. and grabbed my panties with both her hands... and pulled them down easily)
Can u step aside now please?
(she scopped the twisted panties easily and straightened it in front of me..)
Anita: I will let u get changed into the matching blouse. while i am out.

Me: OK Anita.
I quickly tied the petticoat. It was about 3 inches below navel. (Probably even lower than Anita, I thought). I didn’t have a lot of choice, as it was too short.

As she stepped out.. I rummaged the blouse section and found a matching blouse miraculously! I wasted no time and changed into it and waited for her to come back.
Anita came back opening the door widely without knocking A technician sitting outside had a GREAT view of my near naked butt from the transparent petticoat!
I was oblivious to it as I was facing away from the door.

Anita: Sorry darling.. None of the sizes match yours I am afraid.
Me: what? Where are my panties then?
Anita: Oh... it’s with Anil. He said he will look up further in another room upstairs.
Me: (my head began to spin) what? You gave it to him?
Anita: Easy Chithra. Relax.
(she came close to me an patted my butt cheeks... this time..)

Anita: See isn’t it free.
Me: (God! now Anil knows that I am not wearing panties)
(while was thinking about that.. her naughty fingers started creeping up my crack...
I jumped aside. She giggled and patted my shoulders)
Anita: Get dressed in that new saree chithra. Let’s see how it suits you. Oh, the blouse looks fantastic on you. I can already imagine how you would look with the saree. You will be certainly more gorgeous than I am, in this set, for sure. Try the saree on, I will be back soon honey. Promise..

With that she vanished out of the room.

Me: (falling for it) let me try it on. I wore the new saree carefully and as best as I could. She was right. It DID suit me very well. But for the ridiculously short petticoat and obscene low-hip that I am wearing it now, I was actually looking quite alright. If I covered my pallu securely, I was looking decent enough as the saree was not as transparent as I had anticipated it to be.



As I had gingerly stepped out it seemed even the technicians are 'in the know' about my lack of inner wear! At least I was happy to be still wearing my bra and found a good fitting blouse there of matching colour.

As I looked around, no one else seemed to be around but for a leachy technician ogling at my now obscenely exposed hip. I consciously covered it as best as I could with my pallu. He is making no efforts to disguise his stares. (Why should he? of course. He probably couldn’t believe that he was seeing the same person, whom he saw a few minutes back! He is perhaps used to the generous exposures of the air hostesses there, but this one he is seeing now has certainly made his day!)

Anil steps out in to the office. I offer a tentative smile
Anil: (his eyes went wide) you look great, chithra. Are you sure you dont want to join the crew here? (and offered a perfect gentleman’s smile).

me: Thanks.. but . I .. am er.. looking for my saree.. that I wore this morning
(i ask in a hushed tone) Anita seemed to have brought it outside the room

Anil: Oh that, why do you need it now. Did she not mention to you about the demo while you were both inside? We’ve planned to run a small rehearsal with the new dress in our simulator. It’s basically a small section of the flight cabin that is used by our cabin crew for training purposes.

Me: No, she hadn’t mentioned anything about it.

Anil: OH . sorry about it. Anita has kept your belongings somewhere. I don’t know where they are. She has already left to set up the rehearsal session at the simulator. You can join me. I am going there to oversee and approve it. You can collect you saree later. It’s not going to disappear anywhere Chithra. Else you’ll be bored to death until I return.
me: oh , well.. ( hmmm, that’s true. I better be with him I thought. It is only going to be for a short period.) OK let me go with you Anil.

Anil: I think Anita should be getting ready for the simulator session as we speak.
me: ok. Where is it?
Anil: It is about a mile from here. why dont we head over there? Lets take a taxi
me: ok. (meekly) (Do I have to go out like this outside?? my god!!)

Anil was thinking to himself with a smile ‘no chance to retrieve your saree or panties for now’
me: but.. Anil.. just a thought…

Anil: yes Chithra?

me: before going.. Could I perhaps collect my things in a bag and bring it along?
its just that its not just the saree ( I couldn’t see them anywhere here)

Anil: (still suppressing his excitement) Oh don’t worry about that. we will come back here anyway.

me: ( I looked crest fallen but nodded nevertheless).

We left the room to the disappointment of the technician, and reached the entrance. Not much of the traffic and we stopped the first taxi.
The Taxiwala got an eyeful as I quickly stepped in at the back, obviously. After a quick ride and we reached our destination.

Ravi guided us to our section to the simulator, once we got in to the building. I followed him closely, avoided eye contacts and ignoring the stares. What was a small walk seemed endless. We reached a conference room. Anita was waiting for us there!

Anil: I think Anita should be getting ready for the simulator session as we speak.
me: ok. Where is it?
Anil: It is about a mile from here. why dont we head over there? Lets take a taxi
me: ok. (meekly) (Do I have to go out like this outside?? my god!!)

Anil was thinking to himself with a smile ‘no chance to retrieve your saree or panties for now’
me: but.. Anil.. just a thought…

Anil: yes Chithra?

me: before going.. Could I perhaps collect my things in a bag and bring it along?
its just that its not just the saree ( I couldn’t see them anywhere here)

Anil: (still suppressing his excitement) Oh don’t worry about that. we will come back here anyway.

me: ( I looked crest fallen but nodded nevertheless).

We left the room to the disappointment of the technician, and reached the entrance. Not much of the traffic and we stopped the first taxi.
The Taxiwala got an eyeful as I quickly stepped in at the back, obviously. After a quick ride and we reached our destination.

Ravi guided us to our section to the simulator, once we got in to the building. I followed him closely, avoided eye contacts and ignoring the stares. What was a small walk seemed endless. We reached a conference room. Anita was waiting for us there!

Me: so you left before us?

Anita: yes. I had to do some preparations here at the simulator, but you look stunning in this saree just as I thought. Thanks to the matching petticoat. I think it enhances the white base of the saree. What do you think?

Me: Thanks Anita. Its your idea. Thanks to you (All of us started walking.)

Anita (walking behind me, patted my buttocks) Must be feeling nice and cool I think?
(She reminded me of my lack of panties, quiet subtly)

me: haha.. yeah ( I laughed uneasily ... it was indeed a cool feeling and it wasn’t helping me at all.)

Anil: (with mock innocence) what do you mean Anita? We are all cool here, its the A/C you see.

me: (blushing) Oh. It’s nothing. It’s the A/C she is referring to.

Anita: Yes sure. it is the A/C I was talking about (and winked at him)

I felt a bit relieved, but I missed her 'wink' exchange. Anil smiles, and he pats her behind. His hand lingers for a little longer than a friendly pat.

I noticed this... and saw where his fingers lay...right on her cleft! She has indeed a well shaped bum, I think to myself.

Anil: Anita, lets go to the simulator. Chithra, I have a great idea. How would like to play air hostess for a short while?

me: me? What?

Anil: that would be good instead of just watching. Come on its simple. Give it a go. Besides it would give us an idea about how this dress rehearsal feels from an outsider’s perspective. That’s you chithra.

Anil: Great! Anita can give her professional opinion and you can give the common person's opinion. Both very useful and different
(Anita leads us to the simulator)

me: Ok then ( That’s nice. Someone wants my opinion too!

( I follow her. It is like a tiny aircraft, has 3 columns of seats, but each column has only one seat. The aisles are quite narrow)
Me: oh this looks very different from a plane
Anil: It’s quite an expensive thing chithra. We use it for nearly all the cabin-crew trainings.

me: Oh I see. (Looking around the dummy aircraft cabin)
Anil: We do have a first class section in the front and that has seats that fold into beds. It is quite roomy. We will show you later
me: oh ok ( I walked around and got myself familiarised)
Anil: Generally- if one gets sufficiently trained in the economy section, its usually easy to pass in first class, although it could be more demanding in a different way.
me: oh ( I was listening interestedly, as it was giving me an interesting picture about the whole thing).
As I was on the other end of the aisle looking around the cabin, Anil sat on one of the seats in the middle row. Anita switched on a recorded message and took her position. She stood in the middle facing the seats, on the other end. Soon the recorded message outlining the flight safety and emergency exits etc began. She was beautifully miming to the message with a ‘Business-like’ smile. The saree was indeed suiting her very well. She was enthusiastically pointing at the emergency exits, stretching her hands out, but I am sure the passengers would have been more interested in trying to find out which beauty parlour she visits to get such a smooth and creamy waist as most of her midriff was exposed as she casually stretched her hands.

When her presentation was over, Anil looked satisfied and nodded. She smiled at me cheerfully.

Anita: May be you could join me in the next exercise Chithra. From now on, it’s straightforward.

me: well.. ok. What are we supposed to do?

Anita: It involves making sure that the overhead compartments are closed and the luggage secured.

Anil: Basically you make try your best to fit in the bags in the overhead bin and close it.
me: OK. ( I clearly didn’t think about the possibilities at that stage and nor did I understand why Anita chuckled loudly)
Anil: you both will then tell me how easy or difficult it was to do it in the new saree.
First let Anita do it. Is it ok with u, chithra?
me: ok. Yes that will give me some idea (although it sounds fairly straight forward)

She came to the seat, reached for the over head bin’s door first. Her belly was all stretched as she lifted her feet to reach the bin. In essence, a mega view for the customer sitting. That point struck me ONLY then. I first gawked at her show.. as I was drawn in myself. She seemed to be not a least bit bothered. Her saree was slipping a few inches, almost to the apex of her bush!

Anil: so Anita how does it feel? Is the saree holding tight?

(and he casually placed his fingers where her saree is tied to check)
My head is spinning… watching this.

Anita: Feels alright, Anil. No problems
Anil: hm,m thats good to know

she was taking her own sweet time to close the lid and she stood lazily stretched... allowing Anil to caress her waistline some more. She then moved to close the next one. Her blouse goes up a bit revealing her bra.

Anil: Is your blouse getting too tight as you lift, Anita (again he coolly placed his hand below her bust line and slipped in a few fingers under her blouse. I was looking at this scene in daze.)

Anita: It’s fine Ravi. (giggling) Take your naughty fingers off.

Anil: May be, it’s fine for chithra, as she stares at your boobs

me: (broken from the spell) uh.. no no its fine. I have no issues (yet)
Anil: Thats great. It’s your turn now, chithra. You can work on the other aisle.
me: ok (He sure has Long and naughty fingers. Hope he stops those acts of his with Anita
I walked over to the other aisle and took position as Anil shifted to the other corner towards me to watch me perform. Anita too moved in position to watch me and help me out if necessary. I looked up to find that the overhead bin right above me has a bulky luggage stashed and closing it won’t be easy. Anyway, I wanted to give it a try and reached fro the bin’ door and started pulling it down. Since I am slightly shorter than her... I had to stand on my tip toes to reach, which caused the waistline to drift further down. Anil, sitting right in front was unable to resist.
Anil: (placing his hand on my waist) Chithra, no, that’s not easy
me: oh... (shocked ) why?

Anil: First you need to try and push the bag as far inside as you could.

Me: oh ok

Anil’s hand was still on my waist. I sighed a bit, and took my hands off the bin and looked at Anil’s hand on my waist tentatively. Then... gently push his hand off my waist, taking care not to look offensive.
As I did that, Anil took his hand off me smiling and gently patted my buttocks and asked me to carry on.

me: (more confused now at the gesture.. I paused momentarily) what did u do Anil?
Anil: what?
me: Just now Anil? Patting my behind. (to my irritation, Anita was giggling)

Anil: oh that’s just giving your encouragement, chithra

me: uh!! Ok (truth is I ‘felt’ Anil’s palm on my butt cheek more, due to the lack of panties. And it was MORE than just a pat, as his palm lingered a wee bit sizing me down there. He continued his lecture nevertheless.)

Anil: besides, what I did was nothing compared to what real customers do.
Ask Anita if you want. There are these drunken guys on the plane sometimes, they behave very rudely, and these ladies will have to put up with all that.

me: Ok (I gave Anita a sympathetic look. My heart went for her for a moment) I briefly forgot why I was protesting. I quickly pulled up the waistline of my saree as it dropped a full inch from my previous failed attempt to close the overhead bin.
but it again goes down as reached up for the bin. And as I stood with my arms raised, the blouse base gave way giving a peek view of the bra encased boobs.)

Since the simulator was simulating the real flight journey, right at that time, the "plane" tilted towards me, literally pressing my belly on Anil’s face that was the artificial turbulence. We both apologised hurriedly as I moved back.

(Turbulence, even before take off? Little was I aware of the buttons Anita was pushing from the far corner creating the ‘effect’)

I was struggling at that moment to stick the bag properly inside the bin as it was a bit oversized. I had to push and move it a lot, and every time I exerted force on it with my arms raised my boobs jiggled nicely, causing quite a show. My panty less butt cheeks was a grand view of jiggling pair. Too bad, Anil was sitting on the wrong side – for once.

My saree’s waist line dropped farther and farther as I bit my teeth and concentrated harder to position the damn luggage so I could shut the bin. I never thought that it would be so difficult, but then I was dealing with what looked like an impossible bag.
The very thought of the show that I was currently putting to the two of my eager spectators was causing a tremendous stir in my loins. Never in my life before has I stood in such a vulnerable position in front of a guy that too in such an attire.

The inevitable happened. Eventually my bush slowly came into view. I could literally feel Anil breathing down my lower abdomen all over!

To add to the effect, we hit turbulence again, courtesy Anita. Causing Ravi’s moustache brush all over my navel and the surrounding area as he blew gently into the bull’s eye! I was gasping into the luggage rack above as I held the bag tighter and gasped. Ravi’s tongue swirled into my navel briefly before moving his face back. My hands tightened the grip on the bag and I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth as he did that.

Anil: Let me help you gain your balance Chithra!

He was "helping" me by holding my waist. ( I gave up protesting this time, as I just wanted to shut the damn thing and move out of there. Not sure what got into me, but I don’t want to fail in this simple task and my inability was driving me crazy. I was trying harder to close the bin; It was not like the bag was too big for the bin or anything. It was just the right size and some extra effort was needed to close it. It was cleverly chosen for the exercise – especially for the stewardesses. )


Mean while Anita came to my rescue too, as Anil was holding my tender waist to give me support. She came behind me as I was trying to close the bin’s door for the fisth time and held me just below my armpit, brushing my boobs!

 

[Pinkbilli]

Anita: C’mon honey. That’s the way. Push. Push.

me: Aah.. It just wouldn’t shut. (I shrieked in sheer frustration - for the moment forgetting all about Anil’s caressing hands at my belly and Anita’s at my armpits and even worse, the top of my pubic hair peeking out over the saree! )


Anita: yes.. push it chithra.. its big. Sometimes we get these such nasty bags cleared
which should only have been checked in.

Anita: we need to make all efforts before passing ti to the front cabin

As she to me her arms at my armpits, now started caressing the sides of my breasts generously after her nimble fingers happily attacked my armpits for a few seconds and tickled me nicely. She continued talking as if nothing had happened while her long finger nails expertly tracked the contours of my breast from both sides, making me dance a bit even as I gritted my teeth. I could feel my juices beginning to flow down ‘there’ already.

Anil: Come on ladies. (Enjoying the feel of my belly as his hands were squarely on my curvy hips and he was not wasting any time and was gently kneading the soft flesh. His thumb was lingering ominously close to my navel.)

As his right hand started to slowly crawl up towards my I somehow managed to push the bag in and closed the overhead bin, but not before giving Anil a grand view of my midriff, and a bit of my trimmed pubic hair, all in close-up!)

Anil: you did really well for a first timer with that heavy bag, chithra

me: thanks for the help anyway, you too. (I pulled away from Anil and he reluctantly retracted his hands from me)
Anita: yeah, good job babe.
me: thanks Anita..

The sexually charged atmosphere was heating up the small cabin, despite the A/C.

Standing away I brought my fingers to adjust the waist line out of habit...and couldn’t find it in it’s usually place and looked down. I was HORRIFIED to find that it had dropped so low, even the tip of my pubic hairs were on display)
Shocked, I pulled the saree up immediately. Only half hoping that if there was any chance that either of you had not seen it. The very thought made me sweat and I used my pallu and gently mopped my face, and in the corner of my eyes, I saw Anita and from her reaction, I instantly knew that she had seen it. I smiled at her stupidly. But it was also evident from her reaction that she loves every bit if what she sees in me. This excited me as much as the thought of what might have happened when Anil’s hand was crawling towards my boobs a few moments ago.

Anil: nice job ladies.
me: uh... thanks
Anil: now, the next test usually is to the seat belt verification and helping the first-time flyers with the process. Do you think you are on for it Chithra?
me: ok ( I am getting the hang of it and wanted to see the whole thing through, besides Anita’s fingers caressing my boobs was still ringing in my head.)

Anil: So, this test is to see if you can help the passengers out in this attire. Who wants to go first?

me: ok, I shall ( surprising myself, I volunteered and inched closer to him).

Anil: You will have to hold this belt and pull the other, in case you aren’t familiar. (he said the instructions aloud.)

I noticed the unmistakable bulge as I leaned forward. My fingers brushed his crotch gently as I helped him buckle. My hands busied in buckling and my eyes concentrated hard on his bulge. My boobs brushed his face as I fumbled a bit.

Me: Oh, sorry (and smiled at him. He wasn’t complaining, of course. I realised that I was enjoying that little encounter and for the first time began wondering about what’s under his zipper.)
I heard the clicking sound and I retracted smiling like an air-hostess would (as graciously as I could)

Anil: Great: that’s how you do it. Nice job. You should apply for this position, chithra (He said it with an appreciative yet lusty smile. I could feel the longing in his eyes to kiss me right there. )


me: Oh, well. Not my cup of tea. It’s ok doing it once I suppose.

Anil: Doing what Chithra? (he laughed and took his time too scan me from head to toe, as I realised the multiple meanings hidden in that sentence and bit my lips and smiled too).

I was feeling fantastic to know that he is turned on by looking at my body. This is Anil, who gets to see the most perfect of structures every day and yet what he saw in me turns him on. I felt elated and smiled to myself secretly.

Anita Looks like I am going to lose my job. (she said that with a sweet smile)

Anil: No sweetie, you’ll never lose your job. Switch the controller to in-flight mode.
(turning to me) It just means chithra, we have taken off and we are flying now.
(back to Anita) Now, I am the very old passenger. As a part of the next test come and unbuckle the seat belt (he said it with an even lustier smile)

I stood back and watched her.

As she approached, the ‘seat-belt on’ lights lit up overhead.

Anil: Oh, that just means we might hit turbulence now.

Even before he finished and as Anita was bending forward, the turbulence stuck us.
It was making even the seasoned veteran like Anita loose balance and fall forward on Anil. She was fumbling with the seat-belt. (Why would you try to unbuckle a seat-belt especially in a turbulence situation?)

I went closer to her see how she is faring and placed my palm over her smooth back as I leaned over her.

(As I did that we had another wild jerk)

Me: Ooops!

Loosing balance, I groped her butt cheeks quite firmly... while holding the seat with my other hand. I could see that she was holding Anil’s rudder fully and squarely! As I saw what she was holding, my grip on her butts became tighter. Her mouth opened wider as my fingers shifted along her crack. Anita pushed forward and her face was pressed on Anil’s chest.

I made no attempt to move and my fingers traced her butt crevice with no pretexts now. Anita seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.

It was a nice feeling to slide my fingers up there in another lady’s butt crack, I discovered.

Finally turbulence subsided and every one somehow back on our feet. As she moved away her saree dropped so low, the apex of Anita's pussy was visible, with all indications that it might be shiny and glistening. The area just above, where her pubic hair should have been, was totally smooth, as can be seen from the cabin light glow. I looked at her, shocked a bit at how low the waistline of her saree dropped. She made no effort to cover that immediately.

Anita: (in a tone of mock complaint) you guys really piled on me out there
Anil: well, it’s the turbulence baby. By the way, you need to think about wearing a push-up bra Anita. Not everyone is as blessed as Chithra.

I blushed and turned away. As I did, I just noticed how I managed to push a sizable bunch of saree into her butt cleft, letting the shape of her butt show obscenely now. Suddenly, it reminded me of the way she pulled my panties off my butt cheeks in a cocky way at the dressing room, earlier.

With a naughty smile on my face... making sure that Anil watched, I quickly pulled her saree off her butt with my hand. She turned around a bit shocked. Uncharacteristically, she did look embarrassed. That ‘priceless’ look on her face made my heart fill with happiness.

Me: Returning the favour Anita...

She quickly smoothed her saree with a sort of stupid smile.

Anil was chuckling looking at me. I bit my tongue realising what I have just said, in my moment of triumph I gave away the fact that she did something similar to me.


Anil: (trying to sound professional in the midst of all the sensuality)
hmm, Ok. Next test is serving beverages and food this time Anita will go first, since chithra needs to watch.

me: ok.. (I stood back)

Anita, though smiling, was thinking of a ways to get even with me, as she walked away. She is all poise as she walked back with the trolley. She served an imaginary customer seated on the right side to Anil. Her smooth butt almost touched Anil’s face as she bent towards the seat to place the empty glass and pour the juice. Anil’s naughty fingers wasted no time and he momentarily ran them in her crevice.

Anita: (turning around with a smile)"ouch", Mr. Customer, better behave your self.

I watched the whole thing intently. She seemed to have done a fine job, despite the distractions from the customer. I wanted to beat her with my politeness and attitude, or at least equal her.

Anil: your turn chithra. You can serve the customer to my left

me: ok

I pushed the trolley with the juice, and walked to the seat sticking a smile on my face (as she did) and bent forward, attempting to serve the customer. (the empty seat). I placed the empty glass on the tray and opened the juice carton to pour.

At that moment, Anita reached me with a devilish smile on her face and gently tickled my navel.... with a gotcha look, on her face. As she continued to tickle me she leaned forward, and her grinning face met mine as her fingers continued the torment.

I squealed in shock at first, but continued to pour the drink, clenching my teeth. I half expected it as she reached me, but it was quite unbearable as her thumb nail was drawing circles around my navel while her other four fingers tickled my lower abdomen in small movements.

I avoided her face and tried as best as I could to concentrate. Finally, as I finished pouring and got up, she took her hand off me and moved away towards the pantry still widely grinning at me, mischief written all over her face.

I was happy, having resisted that. I just heard Anil telling me to go ahead and serve the rest of the customers too in that row. I nodded and still with the same smile opened the tray in front of the middle seat. As I bent forward to do, Anil was enjoying the spectacular view of my constantly shifting butt cheeks beneath the saree.

Anita came back and stood behind me very quietly, with a cube of ice in her head, her face suppressing a giggle. Anil looked at what was in her hand and gave a thumbs-up sign with a wide grin on his face too. I bent forward to open the tray in front of the middle seat and stood back again to pour the juice. Standing straight, as I was pouring the juice into the glass, I felt something very cold hit my bare back inside my blouse!!

Anita pulled my blouse from behind and had dropped the ice-cube!

Me: Aaawwww!!
I shrieked, dropped the glass and shook the carton in utter shock, spilling the juice all over my blouse in the front. Most of the juice from the carton has now made its way to my boobs soaking my blouse and saree wet, at the front.

me: Hey! What did you do Anita?? (I turned, bringing both my hands to my back, tried to reach the ice-cube out of the damn blouse.)

Anita: (coolly) I was just being a customer, chithra. I have had someone do that to me once.
me: (my hands still at my back to trying to retrieve the ice) Oh really?, what did u do then? ( I was asking her while my own blouse was soaked with juice from front).

Anil: Oh, I just went on with my work. It was in midair, what can I do? A colleague of mine helped me take it out. Besides I didn’t create a mess like you and spill the juice all over my chest. Come, let me help you dear.

Still smiling, she held my shoulders and whirled me around and I faced Anil. She inserted her fingers inside my blouse and instead of immediately pulling the ice-cube out, moved it all over my bare back, making me squeal more and wiggle my body.
Cold juice has seeped through my bra and the contact of the cold fluid on my breasts has made my nipples instantly taut. Both my light brown nipples became very erect and hard. Since the blouse was wet, just at the right places and saree sticking to it, the shape of my breasts was clearly seen and a very prominent outline of my nipples was being cast.

My breasts jiggled a lot as Anita tickled me with that little ice-cube. Anil was looking at those pointed nipples with a great deal of interest. I felt like a hooker jiggling her breasts in front of a customer as I did that. My face became red as he licked and moistened his now dry lips. Despite the situation, the whole thing thrilled me, and knowing that his eyes were fixed on my boobs I shook them a bit more that I should have. His hand stroked his manhood over his pant and his eyes were fixed on my wet tits

Anta: Hey, stand still chithra

The fingers from her hand that was holding my shoulder, crawled to brush the side of my boobs freely now. The ice- cube was finally out of the blouse as I jutted forward both my tits and arched my back as much as I could, thus creating a lot of room between the blouse and my back. I could feel Anil’s breath brushing my tummy. He was sporting a big hard-on now. It was quite evident. For her share, Anita got even with me and more. I am left with a very wet blouse and the A/C was not helping that.
Anita’s fingers generously brushed my pokey nipple as she slowly pulled her hand off me. It was clear that all 3 of us were horny at that very moment. I felt a bit disappointed as Anita took the ice-cube off me. My body was screaming now to have that ice-cube slid all over me. I was imagining all sorts of things Anita’s fingers would do to me, armed with that ice-cube. With some difficulty, I came back to my senses.

Me: Thanks Anita.

Anil: Oh,its ok. But chithra, you are all wet. See. Sorry about my little mischief. It caused more harm than intended. (She said sweetly. she wanted to get even with me but got even + 2 instead.)

I was quite a sight with the wet blouse and saree clinging on to me.

Anil: Anita, you must have a change of clothes here, don’t u?

Anita takes added interest in me as seeing /feeling up /playing with those massive melons of mine were always on her list.

Anita: Unfortunately, no Anil. They just cleaned this up yesterday and didn’t fill in the clothes cabinet

I looked at them both worried, as I am now one step closer to reality.

Anil: It’s not good to stay like this soaked to your skin in an A/C environment Chithra. Besides, there are still some tests left in the first class section, too.

me: (in utter disbelief) what? I am all stained and wet Anil and you’re worried about your tests?

Anil: No Chithra, I am concerned about you. That’s why I am saying this. Anita, please help her out with an alternate clothing of some kind. We can’t go out now like this as you can see for yourself (pointing at me). While we wait here, I suggested that we carry on with the tests in the first class.

Anita: Chithra, I think we might have some blankets large enough to cover those. ( she trailed off the sentence, which made it more horny)

Anil: That might just work (his hard on is just getting harder)

Anita: yes. You can use that for a saree chithra.

me: What? I am alright as it is.

Anil: oh no, don’t even think of it Chithra. The A/C will certainly cause fever and the likes. We don’t want you to have a bad experience in our cabin

me: well... I .. no.. its. just that ( I fished for words but none came out.)

Anil: Its alright chithra, just use this blanket. Your health is more important.

me: well.. I am not sure (I had no intentions to shed my blouse when I started from home this morning).

Anita disappears for a moment and she is back with a sheer blanket and thrusts it in my hands.

me: What? I am not comfortable changing here. (looking more uncertain at the two of them)

Anil: come on chithra, we want u to experience the first class cabin

Me: well. Can I not just go home? I think I have had enough?

Anil: If you want, chithra, but it would be disappointing. You are the brainchild of these designs and you are the anchor behind the tests we are conducting today. So it would be empty without you, besides, it’s quite expensive to run this simulator, so we can’t come back again. It is certainly worth knowing your opinions. Just stay with Anita for some more time and give it a try. I assure you, if you have never flown first class, it’s a whole new world out there in the next section. Believe me! We can do role switches too and you can be the customer too for sometime if you want. Its fun, surely.

I scratched my head and thought it through. It’s only for a few minutes and it’s once in a life time, so why not? I thought.

Me: Ok. I'll do

 

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[Pinkbilli]

Anil: Great, That’s the spirit chithra. Why don’t take you change into the blanket?

me: well.. can’t I change somewhere a bit more private than here?

Anita: sure, there is the pantry there. I will come with u
me: ok..

I half wanted her not to come, thinking what she did to me in the other changing room but the other half of my mind wanted more of it and expected the session eagerly.

Anil: anil: come back soon ladies, the last time you went to the changing room, it took forever.
me: ok. (I followed Anita)

We reached the pantry. It’s just a narrow space with some curtains. Just as we entered, I heard Anil calling for Anita. She excused and left for a moment.

Outside, out of my ears reach.
Anil (in a hushed tone): Make sure you bring back her bra to me baby, I need to get a proper preview of what is in store. (Grins devilishly).
An already charged up Anita readily agrees, as she is always for mischief and challenges.

Anita comes back to the pantry. I stood there looking at various stuff standing in wet saree not even noticing her entry.
Anita: time to strip, honey
me: (tearing my eyes & thoughts away from the coffee maker / sterilzer etc) er.. what? (Taken by surprise at that)

Anita was humming cheerily as she approached me.

Anil: yeah, change. Anil is waiting outside.

me: ok... but where is the blanket? I thought you went outside to bring me that.

Anita: Oh, its fine dear, I need to take your clothes off to dry them at the air vent of the A/C. It will all be dry before our session. You don’t want to go back in the cab like this right? I shall bring the blanket soon. I am sorry I forgot all about it ( while I am still thinking only about those melons of yours)

As she spoke... she placed her soft fingers on my shoulders and gently pulled my pallu off me.

Anita: there .there.. Stay still w. we are done
Me: Uh.. OK (genuinely touched by her care, wondering what kind of blanket she will bring)

Anita: (cooed softly) turn around will you... (She expertly unwrapped the sticky saree off me.. though this was not in the plan, I let her unwrap it, as I felt very relieved get the sticky material off me.)

Anita: we are nearly done there..

As I watched, she gently pulled the pleats off my hip and tugged the saree with some force off my hip from the petticoat, as it slipped away from me completely.
I just remembered that the petticoat is rather flimsy and is not the one I wore this morning at home. She slowly collected and sort of bunched the wet saree.

As she slowly pulled the last bits of my saree tucked inside my petticoat at my hip with one hand, she giggled and suddenly poked my fleshy deep yummy navel with her long index finger.

I yelped and screamed at her sudden jab.
Anita: sorry. I just can’t resist. You’re so good down here honey.

Anil just heard my shriek from outside and from the gap in the curtain he could see to his delight Anita's fingers drilling my tummy hole, and she is well working her way as
I was already standing without my saree. He rubbed his hands together and waited in eager anticipation.

Anil: Everything ok in there, ladies?
Taken off balance by that, I leaned back on the table and held it with both my hands, thus allowing her more time to play with my navel. I now have come to accept the idea, that I didn’t resist much to her naughty fingers tickling me any more!
But, just whispered amidst my continued giggles.. ‘Don’t Anita.’
Anita: well, then just finger me, make it even
Even as I thought about her proposition, she switched her gentle tickle to her hand holding the saree and seamlessly shifted her right hand to the base of my wet blouse and started unhooking it.

The offer only sounded fair to me and I advanced my hand to feel up her hip.

Me: Oh you are so soft,

I was feeling her smooth tummy and while my fingers found her navel she unhooked the rest of the hooks from my blouse.

Anil: thanks. I shall take you to the beauty parlour that I visit soon. That’s the secret of my smooth skin. (She winked at me). Its called the Vivek’s Boutique.

She found the key to keep me in trance and giggle as she didn’t stop fingering my belly while her other hand casually peeled my blouse off my shoulders.

Anil was watching this show now stroking his erect shaft with more vigor.

Anita: Turn now will you Chithra? Let’s stop this for a moment.
Me: Oh, Vivek's? I have heard of them. ( I said turning, allowing her to pull my blouse off me fully)

Anita: Oh dear. See it’s fully wet. Nice that it’s off you now, here... wipe yourself dry now..

As I stood facing away from her, she reached over me and pulled a small hand towel off the shelf and gave it to me.
Me: Thanks Anita.
As both my hands were busy wiping my wet cleavage she deftly unhooked my bra!
Anita: Here... I will help you, while you're at it, do it properly chithra.

The sly devil that she is.!! She picked up another towel and quickly inserted though the gap under the bra to access my left boob, while I still reeled in shock trying to comprehend what’s happening.

Anil gets a glimpse of my melon in flesh through the curtain gap.

Anita: see? It’s all wet. You’re wet right down to your skin honey, besides mango juice makes u feel sticky. Isn’t it? Why don’t I take this off you and help you out with some hot water so you can wipe your chest off it while you are here inside? You will feel immensely better.

I nodded dumbfounded. In fact, she was right; I was feeling awful with the sticky feeling over my chest. So I instantly agreed to the plan.


Anita: Here, let me take that for you.

Letting me stand... to face away from her, giving me a false sense of modesty.. Her hands wasted no time in pulling my bra cups off my boobs in one jiffy! She inserted her thumb under the base and yanked it off swiftly and collected it off my wrists.

Anita was getting wet down there too, no panties as well. (Unable to control her excitement she remarked)
Anita: but of course mine are a lot smaller. I wanted to do that to you right from the moment I saw you dear.(the bra is in her hand now)
Me: What? What are you saying Anita? (I turned cupping my melons with my hands.)
Anita: Oh my ... you look lovely. Just how I imagined.

With that she suddenly tickled my navel and poked at my hips leading me to bring my hands down to defend and show her my melons.

Anil punched the air and hissed silently and hissed silently as he got a poor view of my naked huge melons juggling as she continued to tickle me for a few more seconds, ‘yes! That’s my girl, strip the homely bitch!’ The moment she stopped my hands went back to cover my tits.

Anita: Just one more thing I wanted to check honey while I can. Are you clean here?

(with all my clothes tightly tucked on one hand...she held my left elbow and pulled my left hand covering my left boob free and lifted it in the mid air... fully.. with quite some force exposing my left arm pit )

Anita: oh . you are not shaved.(she laughed loudly.. ) This will be done to you by default at Vivek’s honey.

me: hey ...shhh.. I hushed her... as she said it so loudly that Anil could have heard it easily.


Anita: and by the way your tities are so nice. (Releasing my hand and before I could cover back... she gave my left boob a quick squeeze) I shrieked and my face went pink red in shame.

Anil: what's happening there ladies? Why so long?
me: oh.. Nothing.. Almost done.
Anita now wickedly tickled my navel.
Me: No... Pleaassee don't.
I dropped my hands covering my exposed tits to stop her hands from tickling me more and exactly at that moment Anil opened the curtain, acting annoyed at the delay
to anita's delight and my never ending plight)

Anil: well, er, sorry. Wow. (he mumbled, not taking his eyes off my boobs even for second )
But my facial expression was sheer horror. He mumbled but he didn't make any attempt to step out and still stood there.
I stood there frozen too staring at Anil with both my tits out fully exposed, still holding Anita's hand. Anita was looking back and forth between me and Anil.
Suddenly coming back to senses, I left her hands and quickly covered my boobs.

As I did that, Anil sighed and was about to turn to leave, but Anita decided to go for the kill.
Anita: Anil! One minute.

 

[Pinkbilli]

Anil: Yes Anita. (He was all smiles, he seemed to be glad to use any excuse to stay there longer.)
Anita: I just found out that Chithra here doesn’t have a regular habit of shaving her hair, unlike me or the rest of us that work here. I can show you if you want. (giggling)

I utterly cannot believe what I just heard!

Me: Anita!! Stop. Stop it please. (I realised that it started out as a command, but turned out more of pleading. I am in no position to command.)

As I was busy hushing her up, I just heard Anil say.

Anil: chithra, trust me, hers is just totally smooth.

I was half expecting that she is going to raise my hand again, and was securing my defences. I was concentrating so much on trying to predict what Anita would do next that I even nodded at Anil at his statement. I couldn’t even think of asking him to leave.

As I was leaning on the table facing Anita, she brought her left hand around me, just like hugging me, leaving me totally confused as to what she is up to. Anil seemed equally intrigued by the proceedings as I am. He even stepped a bit closer to my annoyance. She then pulled me forward a bit making me stand upright, slightly away from the table.

Succeeding in distracting me sufficiently, she held both her hands on my naked shoulders.

Anita: Now, stand still ok honey?
Me: Anita, don’t please... stop it.

My predicament reminded me of the goat that was about to be slaughtered. It looks at the butcher indifferently as it has gone past the stage of protesting and has resigned to its fate. Similar to that, I was expecting that it’s simply a matter of time before Anita lifts my hands up to display my arm pit to Anil.

But contrary to my expectation, her hands slid smoothly and quickly across my shoulders and to my hips and stayed there briefly. I suddenly had a reckoning of what she is up to, but it was already too late!

Oh yes, and Anil was all primed for the view, as he positioned himself in a better angle, as her naughty fingers easily undid my petticoat.

Anita: See, this is what I was telling you Anil. See.

Her face was beaming with pride as though she was a proud artist; unveiling his art in an exhibition.
Me: Noooooooo! (I could only manage a shriek, as my hands were busy clutching my naked tits. I clumsily shifted position, using one hand to cover my tits and brought my other hand to try and hold on to my loosened petticoat. I couldn’t do justice in covering both my tits with just one hand, so I pulled them together and used my hand to cover it across, hoping to cover as much as I could. My right nipple was exposed, showing how stiff and erect it was, before I covered it with my thumb, pressing on it. It only made it more erotic and obscene. I couldn’t care much as I was concentrating on the slipping petticoat now.

She giggled loudly. (And thought to her self, now that’s for trying to embarrass me out there in the cabin)

Anita: Look at the bush on display here.

With that she poked my fleshy hips on both sides as I was leaning forward to hold the petticoat in position. Just as she expected, I yelped in response with a ‘Please Noooo Anita’ and as she continued to poke my hips and tickle me I let go of the petticoat fully, but held it in between my thighs from falling and used my free hand to push her hand away, but my one hand was proving to be no match for her 2 hands. She continued her naughty giggle and held my hand with her hand and used her free hand to tickle and poke me more.

She continued her merciless tickling and lowered her hand from my hip to my now well exposed pubic area. My petticoat was hanging precariously from my grip in between my thighs. Her hand gripped my pubic hair and she gave a playful tug amidst her giggles. I hadn’t expected this, one bit and jumped in surprise, thus loosening the grip at my thigh. The petticoat faithfully followed the laws of gravity. I gave up on it and at that point, all I wanted was to escape her hands and nothing else. I stepped out of the petticoat and ran out of the pantry pushing Anil out of my way.

Obviously, neither Anil nor Anita was in a hurry to catch me as there is not a single bit of cloth one me and not a lot of places to hide there in the cockpit or to cover myself with.

Anita: (smiling wickedly at Anil) Here are all her clothes, down to her last bit. Did I deliver what I promised?

Anil: yes baby. More than what I had asked for (toying at my bra cups)

As I ran out, I just found the big curtain separating the first and economy class and took refuge behind it. I just heard footsteps walking towards me.


Anita came closer to the curtain and called me in a low voice. I stood shaking behind the screen peeked my head out just. Anil was no where to be seen.

Me: (in a trembling voice) What? What did you do that for? That was nasty Anita.

Anita: Chithra, so sorry for all that.

I am trembling and so vulnerable to take any offence at that point. I remained mute.

Anita: I said sorry babe. Anyway, here is your petticoat back

I grabbed the petticoat from her stretching my hand out. I disappeared behind the curtain and wore it back quickly. Just when I was nearly done, she opened the curtain and smiled at me widely.

Anita: Now here is the blanket.

Opening the curtain wider, she came towards me with the new blanket. She herself opened it and wrapped it around my shoulder. It was covering my boobs fully to my relief and cam down a couple of inches below that. Not a lot, but I was content with the modesty it offered, but I was very concerned to go out with that out fit. It would do very well to stay here behind the curtain, no way, I could come in front of Anil with this white flimsy petticoat, I thought. Enough is enough.


Anita: what are you thinking Chithra? Come, Lets go to the first class compartment.

Me: If you don’t mind, I shall wait here. I don’t want to come out dressed like this. (Pointing out at the petticoat and the blanket)

Anita: Tell you what chithra, if you are that concerned about the flimsy petticoat, then you can wear my saree. That would make you feel much better. OK? Besides, I would like to do this to you as a favour and good will, for causing all the trouble to you just now.

I was touched, hearing that from her. Before I could answer any further, she swiftly removed her saree and handed it to me. I took it from her without words, and thanked her with my eyes as I quickly wore it, dropping the blanket on the floor.

I secured the pallu over my tits and tucked it in my hip. As I just bent to pick the blanket to cover my shoulder, Anita bent down to pick it up.

Anita: Do you mind if I use this one now chithra? now that you have a saree?
(That was the most sincere mock request ever).

Me: Oh ok then. (I just couldn’t refuse that).

Anita: Ok, come-on, let’s go to the first class cabin now. Anil should be waiting there.

As she touched my naked shoulders and nudged me out, I felt like electricity pass through me.

Me: Do I look ok in this? ( I whispered at Anita as we approached).

She winked at me and said ‘Just right Chithra’. Anil just spotted me too. Before I could turn my face away from him in shame, he remarked.

Anil: you look great. You have a very ethnic look chithra.

Anita: How about me? I don’t look too trashy without a saree, do I?

Anil: No, You are gorgeous too Anita.

me: (I blushed further.. but cheered up a bit) You’re being nice. Thanks

I gingerly kept pulling the pallu this way and that, too conscious.

Anil: we are ready now, let’s got to the front set of seats, now. Ladies first.

I quietly followed Anita, and my eyes fixed on her naked bums jiggling freely beneath her petticoat. Anil followed me eyeing at my swaying butt cheeks, rewinding in his mind my naked butt cheeks he just saw a few minutes ago.


Anil (trying to sound professional) First class is all about service. You won’t get those rude customers like in economy, but you get people who pay a lot. So they expect nothing but the best service. The seats here fold into beds, if needed.
They get the best meals, drinks and pretty much whatever they ask for.

Momentarily forgetting my state of (un)dress I listened. As he spoke Anita was dutifully drying my saree and blouse on the A/C vents, as she knows what to do only too well. Anil was not even making an effort too look at my melons, showing true professionalism as he explained.

Anil sat on one of the nice cosy seats.

Anil: So, Chithra, Why don’t you be my fellow passenger? Come, sit here. (he pointed to the seat to his right.)

I nodded and sat on the chair. It was indeed a lot bigger, cosier and comfortable than the seats at Economy.

Anita approached us with an even friendlier smile and gently placed her hand on Anil’s shoulder and leaned closer to his face and asked him very courteously, ‘What can I do for you sir? You seem a bit tired; would you like to try one of our finest wine selections?’ She wore the blanket quite casually on her and it was not covering most of her chest. Her perky medium sized, but extremely well shaped bosoms inside her blouse were on display as she bent forward to enquire.

Anil: Oh sure, honey. Bring me a red please. My friend here is tired too, so I am sure she will appreciate the red wine too, so get an additional glass.


‘Sure sir, in a minute’. Before I could protest, Anita disappeared and re-appeared with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses and started pouring.

The two seats that we were seated was the middle row and there was an aisle on each side. She handed the filled in glass to Anil and he took it with a smile. She walked around the other aisle and stood beside me and still with the same smile, started pouring a glass for me.

Me: (I sat forward). No. Anita, I am fine. I don’t need a wine or anything.

Anil: (Casually placing his hand on my thigh) its ok chithra. Here, all you will get are the finest. This wine costs at least a few thousand rupees outside, I am sure. so, one should enjoy and try the finer tastes of life when one gets an opportunity. (and with that his hand now tapped my thigh, and he smiled).

Me: but, I am not into all this. No, I am sorry.

Anita was not listening and she poured a generous portion. As I was looking at Anita, I was not aware of my left boob, partly exposed from the side and Anil was enjoying the sight of it. The pallu was not offering the greatest of protections, but at least it was not totally, transparent.

While I was still protesting, seeing what Anil was gazing at, suddenly Anita said.


Anita: Hold on the glass one moment chithra, will you? ( I took it from her, confused a bit).

She took the blanket off her and wrapped it over my shoulders.

Anita: I think I am Ok dear, but I think you’re offering him a free show of your secrets. So here you go.

Suddenly realising what she meant I cringed in shame for the nth time that evening.
Me: (with an embarrassed face.) Thanks Anita.

Anil: I couldn’t turn down what came in view Chithra. Let me adjust the blanket from here.
As she adjusted the blanket on my right side, Anil’s hand form my thigh crept up and he adjusted it from the left side, and while he did that, his fingers caressed the base of my bare boobs. I sighed, and nearly about the same time Anita’s fingers brushed and poked my other boob. I shivered and jerked a bit. They both quickly removed their hands off me, but it was an unbelievable sensation – my boobs being touched by two strangers at the same time, in the pretext of adjusting a blanket.

I nevertheless, thanked them both. My mind still lingering with the thoughts of those fingers brushing the underside of my breasts. When I leaned back, I was indeed feeling better with the blanket on.

I realised that I was still having the wine in my hand.

Anil: Go on, Chithra. Take a sip. You could have it more only if you like it.

Me: Ok. ( I took a sip and it was indeed a good taste. Something that my palette has not encountered before and I wanted to try some more. I took another sip.)

Anil: There you go. I know you’d like it definitely. Finish it then. Yeah?

I smiled and continued to sip. When I tasted it, Anita appeared with 2 trays of hot food.


Anil: A good wine should always be accompanied by a good food. Let’s eat.

The smell of the food was so good, only then did I realise how hungry I was. I took the food from Anita without any questions. We had the food with some initial chit chat from Anil until Anita switched on a latest released regional movie, which I was planning to watch anyway. So I was more than happy to watch the movie and enjoy the meal with that fantastic wine supplement. The taste of which seems to be getting better by the sip.

The meal was going on for a little while, and Anita was judiciously going through her air-hostess routine, offering us refills. In fact, before I could finish the meal, I had 2 more refills of the wine. I realised that I was talking louder than usual and my head was feeling somewhat heavy, but nice. Anita left the glasses with us and took the trays away from us with that trademark infectious smile. When I smiled back at her, she touched my shoulder gently, just as she did with Anil and said.

Anil: I hope the meal was nice, Just enjoy the movie, I shall bring another refill for you, and then perhaps some coffee.

I thought of saying No, as I had already started feeling the effect of it, but it was too nice to say no to and besides it would be good to watch the rest of the movie with that.

While I was busy watching the movie sipping the 3rd glass, Anita had dimmed the cabin light a lot more shut the windows to create the ambience.

The semi-darkness was giving a great effect. Anita was standing right behind me. After a few more minutes, she leaned forward closer to me.

Anita: Now, just relax madam, and be a bit more comfortable (and she reclined my seat far back.)

Me: Thank you.

I was nearly lying down as the seat has reclined to a bed. It was good arrangement, that there was a TV hanging from the ceiling and we could see the movie still. Anil, beside me, has reclined back too, but not that far. His was still a seat and if he turned, he could see me lying down completely. My feet now rested on the seat / bed now fully and I realised that I was completely lying down, but it felt good.

Just as I thought a couple of pillows would be good, Anita magically appeared with two soft pillows. She then gently lifted my head and placed the pillows underneath and took away the empty glass from me.

After a few minutes, the wine was having a profound effect on me. I was having trouble opening my eyes, especially after laying down. I was thinking of getting back up as I found my eyelids are forcing their way to shut my eyes up.

Just at that moment, I felt Anita’s soft hands on my forehead.

Anita: I think you would feel heavenly with a nice massage now. What do you think?

She disappeared and came back with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She started pressing my forehead gently, yet firmly. Her fingers were slightly oily and the fragrance was other worldly. I closed my eyes fully and gave in to the sensation as her hands moved to the nape of my neck. I found myself breathing deeper as she kept massaging me. I thought to myself, ‘God! That’s heavenly. I am having the best day of my life.’ Her fingers were working on my cheek and chin expertly. I felt some movement in the adjacent seat.

 

[Pinkbilli]

At about the same time, Anita took my blanket off my shoulders, gently. Her hands were kneading my shoulders now and it’s just the thin pallu preventing me from being top-less. I just heard a shuffle at the adjacent seat. I opened my eyes a slit to find that Anil has turned towards me now and fully enjoying what he was seeing. He was looking at my boobs rising and falling smoothly underneath my pallu.

Instead of getting annoyed, I quite liked being watched by Anil at that stage. I pretended to not notice him watching me and I closed my eyes back. I realised that as Anita’s hands were pressing my shoulders in a circular motion, with each advancing circle her fingers were advancing closer to my nipples and her left hand was expertly pushing my pallu inwards making it narrower during each turn.

I sighed louder and opened my eyes a bit again, and this time Anil was watching me with his mouth open and eager to see my boobs popping out. Even as he watched Anita’s hand has deftly pushed my pallu all the way to gently expose my left boobs partially while her right hand was working on my right elbow and on its way to my wrist. Her next circular stroke pushed my pallu far enough to expose my nipples. Just as it came in view, I could see Anil’s eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

He mumbled ‘The best I’ve seen so far.’ I heard that and felt thrilled about the whole situation. Normally, I wouldn’t have allowed such a thing to happen even in my dreams, but I suppose the wine and the aroma oil and the whole new settings have lulled my defences. Besides, I was getting carried away with the whole thing and the presence of another woman has helped bringing my guards down easier.

The cabin lights were bright enough to show every detail of what was exposed, but not too bright to make me outright uncomfortable. Leaving my left boob exposed, Anita took my right hand with both her hands, and raised it over my head and started massaging it with both her hands. I closed my eyes back and relaxed myself as she massaged my fingers. As my right hand was raised above my head, my right breast came into view also, in all its glory. The pallu was flowing across my boobs, just like a stream would in a valley formed between the mountains.

She soon raised my left hand over my head too, leaving my right hand and leaned forward to massage my triceps. ‘You are so soft here chithra, amazing.’ She cooed in my ears as she continued.

Her fingers travelled all the way from my elbow to my arm pits back and forth, massaging my hands with varying pressure, each causing a unique sensation. She could rival any professional masseur.

After a few strokes, she pressed my palms together against her crotch as she leaned forward reaching lower and lower all the way to the sides of my now very exposed breasts. I was enjoying each advancing stroke while my fingers were arrested between the pillow and her thighs.

In between strokes, I let my hands travel over her and held her at her thighs on both sides, in a classic position, letting my hands wander from her mid thighs to all the way up to her naked hip and back.

Anita: That’s it Honey. Nice. (and she has placed my hands on her hips nicely and firmly, indicating me to be free with my explorations too.)

Each advancing stroke from Anita now included visits to the sides of my boobs and just that little flick to my rock-hard nipples. Just at that point, despite the aromatic oil I could smell the wine in my breath, and I was feeling something warm was filling my deep navel. I opened my eyes again to find that Anil was already leaning forward slurping his tongue, with his wine glass in his hand. As I looked down, he started tasting the wine off my navel.

To my own surprise, my navel must have been holding a lot of wine, or he must have licked too slowly, as it took a while before I could feel his tongue, lapping the base of my navel. He was licking it clean as I could feel his hot tongue cleaning every bit of the insides of my navel. It was so nice to feel his hot tongue swirl all over my navel and I started to moan slightly. Just at the same time Anita’s fingers caught hold of both my nipples and she started tweaking them like radio buttons.

I gasped as my whole body shook. Meanwhile, Anil was having his own refill as I felt some more wine being poured. Even as I gasped, he left his chair now and placed his hands on my waist just over the saree pleats as he hungrily licked the wine clean off my navel. Every time his tongue visited my navel it swirled to no end. Anita’s palms now firmly circled my tits and she enthusiastically turned the rock-hard radio-buttons.
As I clutched my thighs together and shut my eyes tightly, I pressed my right toe over my left leg all the way up to my knee and bit my lips tightly breathing in short spurts. My hands above my head, was roaming over Anita’s waist fingering her navel in the process, as I felt my melons rise and fall rapidly. Eyes tightly shut, I felt like I was floating in heaven being treated by two wonderful pairs of hands at the same time.

There were no hurried movements and both knew exactly what they are up to. The difference in the texture between Anil’s rough hands and Anita’s super soft hands were driving me nuts, making my hormones explode!

The manly pair of hands must have sufficiently tired playing with my navel. Enough to do with the wine episode, the strong hands gently pulled the saree off my hip, as the loosely hanging pleats easily came off. I opened my eyes and looked down to find that his hand was eagerly approaching the dangling petticoat knot at my hip. Before he did that, Anita pulled my face more towards her and planted a kiss right at my slightly parted lips. I was completely swept away by that! It was a rather aggressive kiss as her lips locked mine and she wasted no time as her tongue visited mine. It was such a fantastic feeling being kissed by another female! I was reciprocating it by darting my own tongue, holding her by her shoulders and pulling her towards me.
As I pulled her forward, I felt Anil pulled my petticoat knots and loosened it.
As I continued to kiss her, he pulled my saree and petticoat off my hips. With my thighs locked together, with the left thigh slightly over the right, I was rocking slowly in passion as I kissed her. The saree and petticoat are now bunched at my mid thigh with the portion under my butts preventing him from pulling it further down. Anil was smiling at my exposed unkempt garden and then gave a forceful tug and I lifted my torso involuntarily for only a fraction of a second giving him enough time to pull it off, from under me.
Right in the middle of the kiss I felt Anil lifting my ankles one after another and taking my petticoat and saree off. The pallu that was still lying between my tits glided down my body all the way through my stomach and briefly took a pit stop covering my pussy. With a further yank from Anil, it left my body swiftly.


As Anil was stripping me bare, my own hands travelled down to Anita’s hips and undid her petticoat, rather hungrily. Since she was standing and leaning forward, it circled her feet instantly. My hands hungrily roamed to her awesome flawless behind.
Our tongues were travelling back and forth now, with her holding my lower lips firmly with both her lips. It was like a tongue wrestling match going on between the two of us. My hand now resting on her naked hips, slowly glided lower to her immaculate behind. I let my fingers traverse slowly, taking its time, savouring every bit of it. She was every bit of what she looked like. Touching her skin was indeed like walking on ice, so slippery. As my palms reached her butt cheeks, just as I imagined, from my previous groping encounter, they were incredibly soft. It was a scintillating feeling to kiss her and fondle her buttocks at the same time, while she was enthusiastically mauling my tits. That must have been her favourite part from my body! My nipples never got so abused in my whole life, as it did, in the last few minutes. Too busy to even moan, I eagerly slid my fingers along her butt crack moving my hand all the way down until I felt the border of her pussy and the under side of her thighs. She broke from my face and moaned, only to be immediately pulled back by me for another kiss as my hands plunged to fondle her intimates more.

Anil was a mere spectator all the while, but as he was appreciating the action he quickly got up and undressed himself. His rock hard thick meat was aching to be treated properly now, after the long wait. He stood up to walk along the aisle to reach Anita. She was leaning to my left side and was kissing me from behind and my hand was kneading her humps from behind. He stood close to Anita and placing his hand on her blouse, he ripped it apart into pieces taking us both by surprise. As he did that his dick oscillated a bit and brushed my face. I had just opened my eyes, shocked by the ripping noise and found myself staring at his massive member up close my face! I was too stunned to react, but Anil coolly continued to rip open her bra straps and brought his arm under her body to yank her bra off. In seconds it was hanging by her shoulders with her tits out fully. Anita stopped fingering and kissing me during this time, but her palm held my melons tightly as if they would give her any protection! She briefly took her face off me, breaking our kiss to get rid off her bra and blouse (what’s left of it). She homed in on me with a lusty smile again and we started kissing for the third time. I was glad that my eyes were open to see her face, as the lust in her eyes and that smile in her face, were very infectious and charged me up even more.

I brought my one hand to her front side now feeling her lower abdomen now while my other hand was resting on her butt cheek. As my fingers slid down her bald pussy, appreciating how soft it is there, I let it travel all the way down. I felt Anita suddenly widen her thighs and smiled to myself thinking that she did that to give me better access. But as my fingers travelled further down along her pussy, I felt something strange. Confused, I let my finger travel further down and I *froze*. ‘Am I right in thinking what it is?’, being unsure, I moved my fingers along what felt like a shaft and then opened my eyes to find out Anil was not beside me.

He was standing right behind Anita, and was smiling at me. His hands were playing enthusiastically with Anita’s compact yet stunningly beautiful tits, while my hand was resting right at that moment on his massive tool. That explained why she moved her thighs wider, all of a sudden. With that déjà vu, I let my fingers explore his monster a bit more. Looking right at his face, I moved my fingers till I reached the end of his tool. My middle finger felt his balls. I stretched a bit from my position to reach it. I sure could feel his balls. Anita turning naughty started to tickle my left arm pit that was stretched to its limit now, as my left hand was busy holding his balls. I was enjoying the sensation and from the look of his face, it appeared Anil was enjoying it too. As her finger nails dug in my armpit, I broke the kiss, giggled and released my grip on his balls and retracting my hand.

Still smiling I returned the lusty look from Anita with my own as we smiled at each other. I looked down below to see Anil’s tool was peeking in between Anita’s thighs.
He then released her and came around and stood near my shoulder and lifted his leg to land on the other side of my chair so that he stood over me with his legs on each side of my chair. Since I was nearly lying down, but sat with the face elevated a bit, I was in daze, seeing that monster of a tool face to face. He inched forward standing directly above my tits now, his tool was rubbing my cheek. He seemed to not take notice of it, one bit as he started to stroke Anita’s face with his outstretched hands. She responded immediately and came closer to me and pressed my head from behind by her crotch! Her hands are now on Anil’s well shaped shoulders and mine are on his thighs. He did not even flinch as my fingers were making their way up. He leaned forward to kiss Anita while his tool was streaking all over my face. I let one of my hands to travel behind and gently held his butt. What an immediate difference this is. Holding a manly muscular piece of flesh after having kneaded Anita’s best of both worlds butt globes for so long. There was not much of additional fat and his butt was stiff, but very shapely and likeable. His thighs and chest were hairy and from the feel of it, he has a hairy back too, but not overly hairy to put me off.

Even as I was caressing his back his member just brushed my lips briefly. I looked above me to see that he was still kissing. His hands are now playing with her cute adorable nipples as she had locked her hands around his shoulder.

They seemed to have been totally lost from this world as they kissed. His tool brushed my lips once again, this time I opened my lips wider and flicked the tip of his tool with my tongue briefly. He retracted a bit, clearly not expecting it!! A trail of pre-cum came off him sticking on tongue. I smiled to myself at his reaction. Encouraged, his tool paid another visit closer to my mouth and this time it was met by an open tongue as I ran it along the side of it, slowly licking the surface of the shaft, until I reached the very bottom and retracted it back, till I got there back to the tip. I held his balls gently and rolled them with my fingers as I continued to swirl my tongue-tip right at the tip of his tool. To my satisfaction, as I did that, he shuddered all over. As I held his hip firmly with my one hand, I continued to flick his balls and swirled the tip of his tool. I wanted to hear him moan. He did just that. As he moaned, I widened my lips and engulfed the python in my mouth, inch by inch. He broke the kiss and moved back, with his member still in my mouth, I leaned forward to a sitting position as a consequence and continued to suck him. Anita ran her hands under my shoulders and cupped my boobs and massaged them. I let my hands crawl along the chest of Anil and rested my hands on both his nipples. My lips not anywhere near the end, but his tool was already chocked me hitting the very end of my throat. That gave me the perspective of its size. With Ravi’s one, usually my lips would be brushing his balls by now. I continued to suck in and out increasing the frequency of the movement while Anita was playing enthusiastically with my heavy tits. I was doing the same what thing to Anil’s nipples. I was kneading and pinching them. He stood there with his eyes closed and his hands locked behind his head, striking a very sexy pose. His posture was driving me mad as I pumped his shaft faster and faster. I was cherishing at Anil’s responsive moans, and was playing with his nipples in frenzy as I had his shaft constantly hitting the base if my throat in and out.

Suddenly I felt like playing with him. I gently held the front section of his shaft with my teeth careful not to bite it and swirled my tongue all around apex targeting the tip. I was basically playing with his tip and the apex, just how he played with my navel a few minutes back. With his foreskin now stretching all the way back, my tongue was brushing his near pink top region all over thoroughly, moving constantly, not staying at any one part. Anil let out a loud shrill moan. It was strange to hear him moan like that, somewhat unmanly, but it was his most intimate response which he doesn’t express usually I suppose. As I held his shaft gently with my teeth and continued to tongue maul over and over, right at the apex, his moaning was becoming shriller. Anita watched him transfixed kneeling beside me at the aisle. As he let out a third string of moans to my relentless tongue treatment, she whispered in my ear, ‘Honey, I have taken his tool in my mouth before, but he has never responded like this! It is great to watch. You really have a few tricks up your sleeves, not just hair (sliding her fingers at my underarms)’ and giggled.

Despite his shrilly moans, I heard what she said and giggled blowing a lot of hot air over his tool which was right inside my mouth. Even that jolted him, as he let out yet another squeal. Anil has just lost his Mr. Cool tag and his reactions to my touches are certainly turning both of us ladies on. Anita kissed my cheek fondly and dropped down a bit and placed her mouth on my right breast and brought her hand around me to hold the other one. Despite fondling them for so long, that was the first time she has placed her lips on my tits. It was a fantastic feeling as her hot tongue was working nicely on my nipple. I was getting hotter by the second by Anita’s lapping tongue on my tits.

Anil was building up what seemed like an orgasm, but he suddenly bit his lips and with an effort brought his hand forward to stroke my head a few times and with an effort, released his shaft from my mouth. It was glistening shiny wet from my saliva and was it throbbing a bit! With all his mild manners thrown into that wretched cabin’s dust bin, he somewhat forcefully pushed me back to the chair/bed. Still towering over me, he looked at me like a half enlightened sage. His face had a smile which had hints of ecstasy and happiness beyond measure.


Anil: Allow me to treat you properly now.

With that he pushed me back to the chair and knelt in front of me. As I watched, he lifted my thighs and rested them on his shoulders and was getting ready to do some muff-diving! Anita now took the position of Anil as she stood between me and Anil over my tummy with her legs on each side of the chair. Looking at her gorgeous nude figure is in itself a turn on. She stepped closer to me and leaned forward and her pussy was staring at my face invitingly. Just at that moment, Anil’s hands grabbed my soft buttocks as he lifted me a bit from the seat. I opened my mouth a bit as I was taken off balance, and precisely at that moment Anita shoved her pussy lips on to my face. I didn’t complain, yet readily darted my tongue to stick in her lips. As my nose rubbed on her pelvic region, the place where her pussy hair should have been- was so soft! No indications of hair or its removal was there. I let out a ‘mmmmm’ not just to appreciate the softness of her texture there, but also because Anil’s fingers had priced open my outer lips and his nose was nudging my clit right at that moment.

Anita’s hand opened her pussy lips wider as I held her super smooth behind. My fingers were as usual tracing her cracks and brushing her pussy from behind while my tongue testily licked her pink inner walls. I was somewhat hesitant because that was the first time my tongue is venturing such areas. Playing with an erect pole is a familiar territory, but not this. It felt very weird, and my first impression was that the skin inside was somewhat leathery? Was it? Another lick, a deeper slower and a longer one all the way to her right side, made me appreciate it better. She smelt wonderful though, nothing like me. I was somewhat unsure as to how to proceed. Right at that moment, Anil’s tongue started to flick my clit. Taking the cue, I grabbed her globes tighter and reached for her smallish clit with my tongue as she stood there holding her vaginal lips open for me. He got deeper as his hand brushed aside the hair that came in way to gently hold my clit with his finger as his tongue dropped lower and delved deeper. His tongue caressed the soft inner tissues first gently, but then he started attacking my inner lips all over. I was trying to keep up and do something similar to Anita’s open lips. I brought one of my hands forward, resting on her (slippery) thigh and tried the clit flick that Anil was performing on me. As my finger nails touched her sensitive clit, she used her free hand to grab my hair and started to rock letting out a muffled moan.

Oh god! This was intense! I am feeling the effect of what Anil’s doing on me as I was transferring all that over to Anita. Anil was licking my pussy all over, at the same time, letting his free hand tickle and fingers my navel. His fingers held my clit gently as he was constantly pinching, fingering and playing with it. This was driving me mad. Every time he shook it I jerked wildly. Seeing the pattern, he was very satisfied and kept repeating it to his heart’s content. He made me shiver in excitement as my whole body shook when he performed the ritual. Fingering my clit while assaulting my pussy lips and fingering my navel – was the ritual. He would do it for a few seconds making me shook and shiver and jerk wildly, then stop it completely for a few seconds. This gave me time to breathe and then employ a similar sort of routine on Anita. Only difference was that my hand on her butt was playing with her crevice all the time I fingered her clit and licked her inner walls. As I continued to do so, my index finger was trying to force an entry in her anus and every time I fingered her there. It made her yelp more and more. Anil would wait for Anita to yelp and scream for a few seconds non stop and then would dive back in to continue his ritual on me which would make me go on jerky spasms while I held on to Anita.

This sequence continued for a few minutes, and as I played along her back, I suddenly found her body going stiff and without warning she tried to choke me by pressing her thighs on my face and pushing on. I held on to her as she cummed in loud bursts and it was excited me endless feel her cumm over me. Even as she was panting breathlessly as I continued to lap my tongue lazily on her lips lazily, Anil was continuing his assault in full swing. I just realised that the whole thing set me in motion too and I felt a very strong orgasm in me building in me at that very moment. Anita was still panting, leaning over me, and gripping my hair tightly. For a fleeting moment I thought of prolonging it and gripped my thighs tighter around Anil’s shoulders. That was enough for him to realise what’s happening and he intensified his moves. I felt that I was building uncontrollably inside. In the next few moments I erupted wildly. My hands held on to Anita’s butt cheeks firmly as my whole body shook violently for a very long time. What seemed to be endless came to an end finally as I too was panting just like Anita did a few moments ago. That was the most fantastic orgasm I’ve ever had so far.


As I lay there panting and huffing, Anita slumped on me with here face on my neck. She was as light as she looked. Anil moved away releasing my thighs from his shoulders as I splayed them wide. He was running his fingers over my pussy mound and was gently brushing my hair there, while his other hand was resting on Anita’s butt cheeks which were just on top of my tummy. We remained in that position for few minutes, as I closed my eyes to relax and relive what I had just been through, not caring what others did. It was nice to let Anil comb my unruly hair down there. It tickled a bit, but felt wonderful. Anita was playing with my tits lazily. Anil was meticulously fingering my wet pussy sticking his index and middle fingers all the way in and out. His rhythmic moves were turning me on again despite having cummed just now. This has never happened before either. After some time, he stood up and lifted Anita by her waist. Anita stood with her legs around me over my tummy while her perfect tits dangled in front of my face invitingly.

I took her nipples in my mouth with a silly glee, just like a little boy would, at a lollipop. She moaned suitably. Just at the same time when my hands and mouth were busy with her beauties, Anil pulled out his wet fingers from deep within my pussy and shoved it in her anus. She wore the same lusty smile as he did that, not even flinched. At first I didn’t realise what he is up to, but soon I found that his finger was replaced by his tool there. I noticed that because I heard her small ‘yelp’ and I stopped my own indulgence to look what the matter is, only to find him already ramming her from behind. It looked as though her butt was plastered to his thighs. Sharp contrast in their body complexion made it look more ‘interesting’. He was moving in and out in slow motion, with his hands holding her hips tightly. I watched the whole thing ‘fascinated’ for sometime and went back to licking her nipples. She was soon on the roll. I could see that she is enjoying this session as much as he did and the ease with which he penetrated her back would imply that she is no virgin there.


As her butt-humping was going on, she started cooing while I nibbled on her nipple at the same time pinched the other one hard. As I continued to nibble, he rammed her from behind faster. It must have been at long time we did that, Anil slowed down and eventually stopped. He took his tool out from her and kissed her butt cheeks both one after another, and inserted his fingers inside, the same two that entered mine. He was continuing the rhythmic in and out as I noticed that his tool was standing so stiff and straining that it might burst. It was brushing her inner thighs and her hip as he continued to finger her from behind. I was wondering what it would be like if that mighty tool brushed me there, even as I continue to bite and nibble her nipples. With his one hand busy fingering her anus; his other hand slid down to finger her pussy. She gladly opened her legs wider as his fingers seemed to have immediately found her most sensitive spot (the G-spot) and he concentrated his attention there as he kept stroking the specific spot in her pussy in quick rapid movements. Within a few seconds, her face was contorted and she breathed heavily. Grabbing her tits with both hands I was kneading them in a leisurely pace and watching what his hands did to her and her reactions. It is obvious that she was building another orgasm almost instantly. She breathed faster and faster and let out a loud moan in a few seconds and cummed again wildly for several seconds before collapsing on me all over again. I gently kissed her panting lips and never had I thought that I would see another lady cumm, leave alone once, but twice within few minutes. She smiled at me still panting. I could see Anil wiping his fingers from both hands on his thighs and then went back to stroking his own cock slowly. As Anita was recovering, I watched it mesmerized.

Seeing my intense stare at his meat, he smiled at me and suddenly disappeared behind me in to the cabin. He came back again in a few seconds when Anita had recovered and already hugged me tightly and kissed me again. I was just standing up from the huge seat, stretched all the way back. Just as I stood, I felt Anil’s hands gently slapping my naked butt cheeks. He grabbed them nicely and spread them apart as I tried to release myself from his grip since it was slightly painful.

Anil: Just as I dreamed. No even better than my dream. These globes are even better to feel than they look. Hmmm.. ( he grunted like an animal as he pressed and kneaded my buttocks )

I felt his strong masculine hands grabbing at my butt cheeks pulling every inch of the flush. It was painful but it felt very good. He quickly shoved his middle finger deep in anus. At least he tried. It didn’t get in very far and I nearly jumped in pain.

Anil: may be another day honey. I won’t enter you there today.

Even as he said that, he gave another forceful shove holding my shoulder with his other hand and his finger was through all the way in.

This time I wanted to jump in pain, but ended up standing in tip toes as his hand continued to push me down. I brought my hands back to rest them on his thighs, and just as I imagined a few minutes back, his huge mighty tool was brushing my butt cheeks, and my thighs from behind. In my part, I felt it was bit different than I imagined feeling his tool. Only then I turned back to find that he was wearing a condom over it! That explained his sudden disappearance. It was odd to feel his finger all the way up from behind me. That was one orifice of my body which was not explored quite. His finger was moving around after he entered me. It felt VERY weird. It was nice in a strange way. I wanted to tell him to stop doing it but I kept quiet as everything that happened today so far has been other-worldly experience for me. His hand dropped down from my shoulder to play with my huge mammary. He seemed to content doing that for a few minutes as I leaned on him sideways my left cheek pressing on his erection

After some time he moved pulling me along with him. It was one thing to have a finger up there, but walking while it’s still inside was quite different. Relieving me of my temporary tail, he leaned himself on the reclined chair raising its level a bit.

Anil: ‘Come on baby, climb over me.’

I quickly stood over his thighs and peered down at his erect monster wrapped in the shiny Condom with my legs on both sides of him. He pulled me down slowly and guided me expertly into his eagerly waiting tool. My very wet pussy easily took it in. It slipped in, bit by bit all the way in. I already realised how huge his tool was taking it in my mouth, but now! Lo! I could feel it filling every bit of space inside me. I felt completely stuffed in his tool. He smiled at me as Anita stood behind him facing me.

Anil: Come on! Ride me baby!

I started moving my body up and down and this felt Fantastic!! I have never been on top of Ravi. This is exhilarating. Enthused, I started pumping up and down faster and found that Anil is quite enjoying it as much as I did. To me, it felt like his tool is hitting the base of my tummy from inside and would tear out of me any minute. I brought my hands behind me found his balls. I started stroking it with my fingers while Anita reached forward for my now taut and tired nipples and began tweaking it. Anil was treated by Anita’s boobs brushing on his face and he soon started tasting it.
As I started jumping up and down, its not just the fact that such a huge thing is filling me in, that excited me, but also the presence of Anita’s hands all over me that drove me wildly.

As I speeded up my up and down motion, I could feel that Anil was moving along and grinding his hips in rhythm with mine. He was licking Anita’s boobs and pushed Anita’s hand from one of my tits and started fondling it and pinched its nipples. Having my tits fondled by two different hands is indeed a revelation and it opened my flood gates. Actually, that signalled to my brain the presence of two different sets of hands on my body at the same time, than any other move. I was feeling that I may be heading for another big one here. I looked down to see that Anil too was breathing noticeably faster and after every stroke I could feel it quicken. Encouraged by what I say, I continued to move up and down faster and faster as I had my tits mauled at one stage by more than 3 hands. When its not the case, Anil was playing with my navel pushing his finger in and out and bringing it down all the way down to stroke my pussy lip, what’s exposed to him. I was caressing his balls on and off. As we continued to increase the pace of this controlled confusion, I could feel it that all of us in there are having one the best moments of our lives. I could feel myself building up closer and closer to another one and I saw that Anil is in similar state.

I was wondering if I could out last him, second time around, but even as I thought I felt a rising tide of way rushing from inside me. Gripping Anita’s hands tightly I shrieked loudly, very loudly, very very loudly not caring who or what’s around me.
I must have been screaming for a long time with all kinds of happy feelings was going through my head and even heaven pictured. Just as I was about to come back to reality I could feel that his body went rigid for a second, next instance he let out a huge scream and moved his hips faster and faster, as if trying to shove his whole body inside me. Still screaming he was pumping me now in jerks. He is cumming! I watched him cumm fascinated as I was just recovering from my own mighty orgasm. He was ‘jerking’ inside me for a long time, finally reducing the force of his shoves, until it died down completely. We lay there in that position as I brought myself forward to rest on his body. Anita moved away with a smile. Despite the A/C both of us were sweating.


When I released myself from him and stood shakily balancing myself on his shoulders, and smiled at them both.

Anita: (with a wink and her trademark naughty smile) There’s shower behind the cabin, big enough to hold the three of us.


*----- The End -------*

 

[Delta101]

Nice story....