The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. " With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply.
He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the veranda. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips. May be he has some special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my husband when he is back...), So I said, "ok I will look at these ... When at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing panties or bra. I could notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.
But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.
The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool.