Looking at Anita, Misty continued, 'I remember the night at my home. She had done it so beautifully!'
Leaning at her, she asked Anita, 'Won't you let me see those again?'
Anita remained silent and replying for her, I said to her, 'Silly, it's already dark! How can you see and mind your driver.'
'Don't worry about him. It's dark inside and he can't see a thing in mirror,' she replied and continued, 'That night, after you leave, everyone present in the room was asking me, who's she? You've become Miss Popular overnight,' she told her giggling.
I felt pride since on that night, I initiated her to go without bra with a see-through blouse on top. I chuckled and said to her in a conspiring tone, in her language of plains, which Anita did not understand, 'If you cannot see, you can check! She won't mind!'
'Wow, really? Much better! Thanks for your generosity and kind permission!' She told mocking me, in the same language.
We both laughed off. Bewildered, trying to understand the reason of our laughing, Anita asked me, 'What?'
Closing my lips near to her ear, I whispered, 'Nothing, let her do, what she wants.'
Anita watched at my face with a surprised look.
I knew her sex drive was more than any average woman. She listened to me and in darkness of the car; she would not mind, rather love to be touched by someone who liked her.
Misty sat tight for a while with hands lying on lap but slowly her left hand moved over Anita's right hand. She touched and held her wrist for some time, may be for gauging her reaction, seeking her consent and since Anita did not make any move, her docile fingers came alive, moving and caressing over her wrist, ultimately grasping her fingers.
Anita was silent. I whispered again in Anita's ear, 'Let her.'
Bending left, she put head on Anita's shoulder and slowly turning face started rubbing nose on her nape. She took time, progressing slowly, waiting for response from Anita. Pulling up her left hand from Anita's hand, on pushing and forwarding through Anita's back, she held her left waist in embrace. She put her right hand on Anita's right hand and her fingers were lightly caressing, massaging on Anita's wrist. Slowly her fingers moving upward, reaching over her right arm, losing sight, moved inside the pallu of her sari.
It was dark outside but tilting her face towards my side, Anita was looking out through the window. Misty's face was upward, straight on the road but intermittently she was looking at Anita. I knew from the bulge and movements on the pallu of Anita's sari, Misty's fingers had reached on her boobs and was moving there. I looked at Anita, her gaze was still outside but face was taut. Leaning forward, towards Misty, I whispered her, 'Open up, let them breathe free in coolness.'
Movements inside Anita's pallu stopped, Misty replied in hush, 'Love to bare them.'
I could get following movements of her pallu that Misty was slowly opening front buttons of Anita's blouse, starting from top to down and parting her blouse, she bared her right breast, which came in open, as she pushed aside the cover of pallu. She bared the other one next. Bending down her face, Misty might be trying to check them in darkness and murmured, 'Lovely!'
I could see silhouette of her open breasts against the dimmed light of sky in the background, filtering inside through the car window of Misty's side. Misty was holding Anita's right breast with her right hand and her left hand passing through Anita's back was holding Anita's left breast. Misty started caressing the both. In no time, Anita started breathing fast. Constant caressing of her breasts was surly turning her on. Pulling up her face, Misty rubbed her face on Anita's neck and planted short kisses. Pushing from Misty's side had brought Anita closer to me and her left leg was pressing against my right leg. Misty, showering soft kisses on cheeks and chin of Anita, turning to her lips, kissed her lips for long.
It was amazing to witness how situations led to infatuations. Misty, thirty plus, married, mom of a 10 years old was getting close with another younger woman in the darkness at the backseat of a car! It did not appear something new with her spontaneity, the way she was progressing with Anita and it looked very natural. She likes woman! And I should not be blamed, although it was my naughtiness but maybe it was more about Anita.
So far I understood, Anita oozes some kind of wild sexuality. It lies in her incomprehensible small eyes and the way she looks; in her pink lips and the way she smiles, often breaking into laughs, flashing her teeth; in her voice and the way she talks; in her flawless glowing skin, insinuating soft tenderness; in her shiny, long, black hair, often set loose; in her own smell, mixed with sweet perfumes; in her cute swaying, while she walks. And she knows how to keep things interesting. The little gap between sari and blouse, along her curvy waist shows sexy folds on taut tummy. Glimpse of her cleavage, which she allows, ends with her discernible big boobs. All her charms enhance mysterious beauty in her. Misty happened to be was just another victim.
The way her legs trembled, while Misty progressed with her, I was sure Anita was enjoying it immensely and both of them were turning me on. To catch her attention, I nudged on Misty's left wrist, stirring on my arm. Her fingers were busy in caressing Anita's left breast. I whispered in her language, 'Why don't you suck them?'
Misty stopped for a while, her wrist did not stir on my arm, while she listened me. Then her hands came down to Anita's waist, while she kept on kissing her and gradually lowered her face, down to her boobs. I got faint sound of her suckling. Oh my God, I was getting wet, soaking my panties. Misty's fingers were resting on Anita's waist. Holding her fingers, I pushed them down slowly, lifting string of Anita's petticoat, over her smooth soft tummy. She needed no more guidance and her fingers disappeared inside. I lifted Anita's sari and petticoat, baring her thighs and panties. Her fingers were inside Anita's panties, as I could make out from the movement in her panties. Sound of soft moan escaped from Anita's lips and looking at her, I found her eyes closed. I pulled down Anita's panties, baring her pussy. As I opened, Misty drew out her fingers touching mine and sticky juices passed from her fingers to mine. Dragging out hand from her petticoat, Misty put her fingers directly on Anita's wet pussy.
Misty sucked Anita's boobs in turn while fingering her pussy. Anita parted her legs to let her fingers reach deeper inside. Sound of sucks had gone louder and I was worrying that the driver may get the sound. I pushed on Misty's head more on Anita's boobs for lowering the sound. Anita stretched her legs, straightened them and was gasping for breath. I could feel Anita was getting close with her moaning and fast breathing, her fingers moving on my lap secured my fingers. In a while, she could not take it anymore, as cummed clasping on my fingers tightly. Quickly picking hanky from my bag, I gave that to Misty to wipe her juices.
*****
Late by an hour, I entered office unnoticed. All were busy; Paul was on his desk, far left, in the opposite row; Anita, at right, next to my desk, was busy with office files; even Dipti, who used to gossip only, roaming from desk to desk, was at her desk in the opposite row. With a sigh of relief, I sat on my chair. After the eventful movie show of the last evening, I was feeling too awkward to face Paul or Anita and decided to skip but changing my decision at the last moment, I headed for office but was late by an hour.
While I was crossing her desk, looking up, she smiled at me ingeniously and her smile was assuring. I loved her spirit, maybe in her excitement she failed to notice my innuendo last night or maybe she did not mind. Paul too was cool at his desk. Still they were not talking to each other at office, a nice ploy to diffuse attention from colleagues.
Last night, when they were busy among themselves, even faint sound of her laugh, whiteness of her teeth in darkness of the movie hall, appeared very sexy! And she was such a sweet, willing woman. I got carried away in their wilderness and cummed too with them at the movie hall. Scenes of the movie hall was vivid in my memory, I could not sleep last night till wee hours. At last, when I fell asleep, I dreamt of them having passionate sex on my bed. I woke up with wetness in groin and my soaking panties.
Ultimately shaking off memories and thoughts, when I concentrated in office files, Miss Dipti dropped in and sat on the chair, kept in front of my desk. Always critical about everyone else, I was sure, she came for whining or complaining against someone. I smiled and asked her, 'Hi, how're you? Things are ok?'
'Yeah, I'm fine. Have you noticed Anita?' she asked.
'What's wrong with her?' I asked.
'Just look at her! How could she wear such a short and sheer blouse?' she quipped, looking at Anita.
She was habitual in finding fault with her, it may be out of jealousy and without changing my gaze, I said to her, 'You know, she's learnt it very recently and we should encourage her for wearing sari!'
Dipti did not answer but eventually turning at Anita, I got her point. The sight from our side was offending to her. The ample gap between her sari and blouse had exposed sexy folds on her tummy, her curvaceous waist and her skin of her left breast though wrapped in blouse was clear enough. It was a hot day and she was not wearing bra, as usual. White skin of her left breast was distinct through her sheer, black blouse. Turning to Dipti, I grinned, 'She's surely not aware!' I said to her.
'Do you think so? She's very much aware and she does it purposely!' she said to me in annoying tone.
Anita can wear whatever she likes and Dipti can no way dictate her what to wear. It sounded so repressive and medieval. Dipti had skin problems and she always wore full sleeved, long necked blouse. In the name of sensibility, she could not force her or me to wear full sleeved blouse. When Anita has something to show, she can show, if she likes. But it was futile to make her understand and smiling at Dipti, I winked, 'But she's looking sexy!' I said to her.
