"Oh hello, Sir, so glad you could make it", Poonam came up to me as I entered the party with Preity and Amrita on either side of me. Even though technically Poonam was what you'd call a yesteryear heroine, she was still very beautiful especially her face and her expressive eyes. Her long hair were loose on her back today as she approached me wearing a pink chiffon saree and a deep-cut halter blouse. Her hug was tight enough to let me feel her whole body pressing against me as she rubbed her warm cheek on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I am so happy that you came, sir." My hands were of course exploring her well-exposed body in that sexy saree outfit, and she was fully encouraging me the way she rubbed her soft, warm body against mine and stayed close for an extra long hug.
Finally she ended the hug but turned sideways so she was now beside me and my hand which was now on her ass, didn't have to move off. Her figure was no longer the petite, slim, model girl figure as it used to be when she used to rule the silver screen but it was still quite attractive and I was enjoying rubbing her ass as she said, "Sir, before someone else corners you and distracts you let me introduce you to a very special girl."
She signalled someone and this very special girl walked over and stood before us. And I had to take a moment to properly examine her, my eyes looked her up and down from her beautiful, long face, her luscious lips that she had painted red in a very sexy, suggestive manner, down her extremely shapely, sexy figure to her long legs.
"Sir, this is Shweta Tiwari", Poonam said.
I took my time to inspect her in visual detail. Her top was just a tight, small tube top barely containing her full breasts, except that it had a strap going up around her right shoulder and maybe joining in the back with her skirt.
The skirt itself was the same satin fabric, a long smooth garment that clung to her body in very suggestive ways. It was slashed diagonally from right hip in a way that it bared her right leg completely up to the thigh and would bared other things if she didn't walk and stand very carefully.
In that tight, thin top it was quite apparent that she was not wearing any bra and in the half-slashed skirt I doubted if she had any panties on but that was something I was looking forward to confirming later that night.
The skirt was so low that her navel was fully on view and even a couple of inches of skin below the navel. It was an intriguing thought to wonder what would be exposed if her skirt move another half-inch towards the floor.
Her waist was encircled by a wide sapphire belt with a sapphire butterfly adorning her left hip. Her feet were encased in 6 inch high, pencil heels that had a sapphire strap covering the instep that matched her belt. The total effect was quite mesmerising.
Her left shoulder was so deliciously bare, my right hand automatically detached itself from Poonam Dhillon's ass and reached out to caress her smooth, bare shoulder. She had stood perfectly still, submitting to my visual inspection with the calm obedience of a girl who knows her place without being told. Now as my fingers caressed her long, shapely neck she moved in smoothly and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug that was tight like Poonam's but much more skilled and enjoyable!
She moulded her body to fit perfectly against my tall, hard frame. I could feel her firm breasts pressing on my chest through my clothes, her own top was so thin her erect nipples were visibly poking through. My hands started exploring her back as she pressed herself on me, moving her hips in a way that her thighs cradled my hardening shaft in a warm, soft embrace, rubbing ever so softly.
Her long arms were wrapped tight around my body, and her hands rubbing slowly between my shoulder blades The tight embrace was too sexy and totally inappropriate for someone you have just met. My hands were rubbing her soft, bare back, my fingers sliding down her shapely, smooth, silky waist down to her firm ass.
She pressed her cheek lightly against my cheek and rubbed slowly forward warming my skin with her smooth, warm skin.
As my hand slid down her smooth waist to rest on her small, firm ass and my fingers squeezed her tight ass cheek, she moved her hips in a forward jerk, pressed herself hard against me with a gasp and whispered in my ear, "I am so pleased to meet you, sir!"
My cock got harder as I felt her hot breath on my neck. I could feel her ass so tight and firm under my kneading hand, it was almost as arousing as her warm thigh rubbing subtly up and down on my shaft.
With the calm assurance of a man who is sure of his welcome, I touched my lips just under her ear and kissed her smooth neck, then whispered back, "Likewise, doll." with another squeeze of my fingers that were mauling her sexy little ass.
After a long and sexy hug during which she signalled her availability to me with her whole body, she reluctantly parted from me and stood before, making sure she was in my arm's reach. Her legs were parted slightly and her hips slightly askew like a modelling pose which made her skirt fall open and bare long leg right up to the thigh.
Poonam smiled satisfactorily and said, "Shweta has promised me that she will take good care of you tonight, since I will have to make sure the party keeps going well."
I patted Poonam's ass and nodded, "I am sure she's quite capable of taking care of my needs if you get called upon to fulfil your hostly duties, my dear."
Shweta smiled a kittenish, naughty smile, "It will be my honour to serve and please you tonight, sir."
I looked her up and down again and had to smile, she was a gorgeous girl.
Poonam said, "Get a drink for sir, Shweta."
"Yes, ma'am" and with that she went to the bar. Nobody asks me what I drink.
Poonam had to rush away to go and break up a fight between two of her guests who were already drunk and I found a couch to sit on with my two pretty butterflies, - Preity Zinta and Amrita Rao. While both my gorgeous playmates were keeping me warm with their soft, warm bodies rubbing on me from either side, I thought about Shweta.
I had seen her before, of course. She had been in many TV shows including several reality shows, most of which she had won. After "meeting" her tonight I had to wonder if she had won just based on her talents.
"More specifically which talents?", Preity commented and I realized that I had wondered aloud.
I laughed at Preity's comment and looked at her, "What's your theory?"
Preity was dressed in tight, body-hugging yellow gown that clung to her legs in interesting, eye-catching ways when she walked. It was low-cut in the back right down to showing just the tip of her ass crack, and right now I was taking advantage of that as I was rubbing her bare back.
"I think she's a smart girl who knows which side of the bread is buttered." Preity said.
Amrita chimed in, "And I bet she has a skilled tongue that she uses to lick off the butter.."
