'Sir, I hope I am disturbing you..' Pooja texted 5 days in.
I wondered if she was deliberately fumbling her words.. nonetheless, it made me smile. I texted back, 'Yes, you are dear!! But, in a welcome way!'
'You smiled at my fumbling of words again.. I can sense it, and I truly miss it. Your Calvin Klein keeps you close to me, helping me get through my day as I prepare this apartment and us for you.'
'Eager to see the preparations. My anticipation is building. You know what that does.. '
'Priya is impatiently waiting for it!! Sir, I have also prepared to get you ready for your.. or her suhaag raat. Does the contract allow for my guilty pleasure in all of this, sir?'
'I fully like the kick you are getting out of this.. pleasure is fine, guilt is not!'
'I am under your spell. Let me annoy you.. no more. Bye and waiting sir.'
10 days after signing the contract, I flew back into New Delhi and went to the apartment in Gurugram that I had given the sisters per the contract.
As soon as I entered, Pooja touched my feet out of respect saying, 'Welcome home, more than patidev, Sir!'
I smiled, 'You have some uncanny ways of bringing out the smile.. maybe you can take my bags in today,' referring to our incident at Oberoi, the first time we met.
'No check in required sir, but, you can check me and this place out!' So saying she hugged me tightly and I let my hands down her mostly bare back feeling her blouse hooks.. 'I really missed you and your touch sir.' She then took the bags in, while I settled into the sofa.
'Ah, your wonderful coffee..' I said, as I bent forward to take the cup from the tray she brought and took a sip. 'I am impressed with how well you have decorated this place.. made it more chic, yet cozy.. almost flirty or sensual.. great taste and creativity.. really admire what you pulled off here.'
'Your generosity and vision that you painted unknowingly when describing what we should wear, and our eagerness to please you brought this about. I am very relieved you like it sir!'
'My.. my.. no wonder I was so taken when we first met.. you have a spark beyond that beauty.. speaking of which, the off white light blue floral saree suits you very well.. not to mention your knack of wearing a sleeveless blouse which shows off the bra you are wearing.. very sexy indeed.'
'Sir, you are making me wet with your flowery words.. and here I have multiple things to get ready for your suhaag raat.. Let me start by giving you a bath sir, to prepare you.'
'Umm.. and I thought you were mine to follow my commands per contract...'
'Am I getting too carried away, sir..? I just can't help taking care of you in every way!'
'That's what I like about you.. your ability to anticipate and serve what I might want.. I am all yours.. lead me.'
She took me to her bedroom, undressed me but for my underwear and made me sit on a plastic stool she had in the middle of the shower in the attached bath. She turned on the handheld shower over my head and shampooed me.. her delicate hands running through my hair and rubbing my scalp was not only soothing, I was getting very aroused.
I couldn't resist. I asked her to come to the front. I took the shower head and turned it on her making her completely wet from her shoulders down.. it was quite a sight with her wet sari and blouse sticking and revealing her bra over her sumptuous curves and the navel peeking through!! No wonder Indian movies have dances in the rain with the heroine in a saree.
'Before I was wet in only in one place sir. Now I am wet all over..'
'I might have left a dry spot inside, let us check.. take off your sari..'
She seductively dropped her pallu and unwrapped herself revealing a white flimsy wet petticoat showing off her white panties with light blue floral design. I asked her to come closer and lifted her petticoat all the way up. I could see her wet panties showing her fully shaved pussy.. I pointed the shower head directly at her cameltoe. The pressure hit the spot. She gave a deep moan and leaned with both hands on to my shoulders.. bringing her wet blouse and bra covered curves closer to my face.
I kept pointing the shower head at her panties with my left hand, and touched gently over her soft modal panties with my right, while my eyes feasted on her boobs heaving and my ears sending tingling signals from her moaning. I slowly pulled her panties aside and put two fingers right into her vagina, with my thumb rubbing her clit, and started stroking her. She didn't last long.. she shook heavily, moaned loudly and held on to me tightly as she came with full force. I stood up and let her sit on the stool to let her calm down.
Instead she just pulled down my underwear and started giving me a wonderful blow job, just the way I had taught her last time. I leaned forward and unhooked her blouse and bra. She took them off. I kneaded her boobs slowly and at the height of my arousal, I let out the load fully on her boobs, while she looked at me with satisfaction.
'Sir, thank you for giving me such an intense orgasm.. and soaping me with your load. May I finish giving you the bride now sir?'
Seeing my smile, she said ' Ayyo rama.. I meant finish giving you a bath sir.. the bride is getting ready for you in the other room sir.'
We switched sides with me back on the stool.. she cleaned herself first and gave me a soothing bath. She dried herself, went out of the shower and handed me a fresh towel.
By the time I fully dried myself and came out, she was ready in an orange Kanchipuram Saree, but with a twist.. she skipped the blouse altogether.. was just with a white bra instead... and accessorized with a simple necklace, long earrings and jasmine flowers in her hair.. orange bindi and high heels.
'Oh wow.. you never fail to surprise me.. come here.' I kissed her on her forehead and said, 'you are really beautiful and my happiness knows no bounds!'
She truly blushed with her rouge melding with the orange of her saree.. she bent down and touched my feet.. I thought she was going to tell me about being a patidev.. instead she was signaling me to lift my feet.. she slid on a white soft trunks on me.
She started dressing me as a south Indian groom.. white dhoti and salwar.. she put a red kumkum bindi on my forehead.
She stepped back to get a full view of her work, 'And your aura is making me swoon sir.. you look absolutely majestic.'
I wanted to find some clever words to get back at her, but, I was dumb founded.. had never heard such appreciation from a beautiful sexily dressed woman before.. and this sounded genuine.
'May you relax the sofa, sir. I will bring the bride.'
She ignored my smile and turned around and walked back clicking her high heels.
I had to stand up, like giving a standing ovation, when Pooja brought Priya towards me.. who looked truly stunning. Priya was dressed as a South Indian bride.. in all white.. white sari tightly wound below her navel, white blouse, full sleeved, but translucent, white bra clearly visible, flimsy pallu, long earrings, white high heels, white bindi, white jasmine flowers on her dark hair.. I can't describe this fast enough.. I will skip some details.. more than arousal, I was filled with joy at my lucky turn of events 10 days ago, and the positive charm from the sisters.