At last our new home is ready. But I cannot throw a party in this occasion because my husband, Pallab is not here. He has gone to Bangalore, another distant city of India for some official reasons. My woes became greater, because he has been held up there for some unknown technical reason for some time and it is Durga Puja time, the most famous festival time here. So I am feeling morose.
However, my sadness have not deterred me from dressing up for the festive occasion. In evening I dressed myself in a pink silk sari with a very deep cut blouse. To me sari is the most sexy dress. It is a 5 meter long stitch less sheet of cloth worn in different style. I always wear sari beneath my naval. It shows my naval button to its greatest glory. I know what are my assets. And I do not hesitate to exhibit those. Unless I do that what is the use of those assets. Similarly my blouse is so low cut that the back of it almost is non-existent and my front, though covered by my sari, shows glimpse of the cleavage of my boobs. It does ample justice to my 36c boobs, which I am proud of.
So attired in this type of sexy dress I went to the Puja pandal of our locality. It was not surprising that people, especially men are seeing me with lust. Some stares at me directly and some cast a shy glimpse towards me. I am pleased with myself. My feline, female body is like a fire which attracts the insects.
Suddenly someone called by my name. I at first cant locate anybody recognizable. I was a bit confused. Then I saw him. He is Robin, my friend Rupali's husband. Robin is a "cool dude" type of a person about whom teenage girls might be mad. He regularly goes to gym. Moreover, he has behaved gently with me in previous occasion. Rupali is, however, one of friends from my college days. She is also attractive and in couple of time I also ate her pussy and she too reciprocated. But I don't think Robin knows of our lesbian inkling.
Robin said, "Oh Ananya, what a surprise. You look really stunning and......." I was curious to know why he stopped. And then pressed him to say the not said word. He hesitated and pronounced to my utter liking, ".....and sexy".
I pretended that I couldn't hear him.
Instead I said, "Robin, where's Rupali?"
He answered that Rupali has gone Kolkata to her dad and mom.
I told, "You must be feeling lonely, isn't it?"
Then I added Pallab is also not here. I noticed that a kind glow flashed in Robin's eyes. But that's only for a moment. Then he was O.K. I though why should I not invite him to see our new home? Then I pronounced it loudly and he agreed immediately, perhaps too quickly. But I never regret. Rather later I patted myself for my decision.
So here we are in front of our new house, a pride of us. I opened my front door. I can sense something touched my back, most probably Robin's hand, for a fraction of a second. I was not sure whether it was intentional or just accidental. Anyway my cunt get twitched a bit. I was suspecting that something would happen between us. But I resolved to behave normally. I then invited him into my drawing room.
He stepped into our new house. It is a well furnished house. In the drawing room there is a large divan style sofa with lots of cushion spread all over the place. There's a TV in the corner and a glass-top table where magazines were kept. Thick curtains hung from all the windows. Robin sat on the divan. I remained standing and was talking about puja and all sorts of negligible things. All the time I noticed that Robin's eyes are roaming over my boobs. My boobs are my pride. They are 34C. But I think my greatest possession is my hips. They are 36 and very round. I asked him whether he would like coffe or tea or anything else.
He said, "Don't bother with these hospitality things. Rather I would be delighted if you just sit beside me."
I obliged readily. A slight manly perfume can be smelled from him.
