Chapter 30 A summer's afternoon party
After the lift incident I noted a distinct cooling in relations with Amanda and Dharini. They could not, of course, pin anything on me. On the face of it I was as much victim as they had been and, no doubt, it was not an experience they could even rationalise. Was it some sort of mass hallucination? Did they discuss it? Had Emily said anything?
To Dharini there had been no consequence but I did not know how Amanda had reacted to finding herself unexpectedly sticky between her legs. It was difficult to think she had not noticed. Certainly she had not spoken to me about it. Notwithstanding I was still tempted to repeat the act. I liked making 'Tufty' Amanda all sticky there. I was certainly jealous of Derek doing it on a regular basis!
The cooling in relations was disappointing and I hoped it would not last. I liked them all too much.
Even Emily, who certainly knew there was something odd about me, seemed a little circumspect. "I'm not sure I should invite you over again. You upset my friends in the lift you know. And don't look so innocent..."
Nonetheless one weekend Dharini and Aja were having a barbecue party and I got included in the invitation. Emily could not go but Amanda could - and so could I.
There were quite a few people at the barbecue. Quite a few I did not know at all. If Dharini was a little wary of me, Aja was anything but: such a jolly host and he introduced me to his old university friend, Nitin. Nitin and I got along really well and spent quite a time talking. We found we had a good amount of shared interests. He had come visiting especially for the barbecue and was staying over with Aja and Dharini.
We made a few comments about the girls, as men do, but I could not help noticing Nitin's eyes tended to return to Dharini rather than any of the others, even Amanda. Well, nothing unsurprising really. I have called Dharini 'delectable' and the 'sultry beauty of the office' not without good reason. Motherhood had not changed that. It had not changed her pretty face with that strong nose; the lovely long blue black hair and such lovely coffee brown skin. Dressed in an armless white shirt and loose linen trousers - the tie at the waist sort - she moved with a pleasing grace. So nice to see the curve of her hips somewhat hidden in the flowing material of the trousers and note the thrust of her breasts within her shirt.
I wondered if Nitin had ever, at one time in the past, held Dharini's breasts and played with their almost black nipples: breasts I knew rather better than I ought. Perhaps it had only ever been Aja who had enjoyed the pleasure - OK, and me of course! Certainly Nitin had known Dharini a long time right back to university, so perhaps there was a history there?
It was amusing to see Nitin's reaction when I had the opportunity of playing a few time stop tricks. It was not just hill walking and food where we found a common interest. As mentioned we had made not a few comments about the girls and their not over substantial summer wear. I had rather liked the look of a little brown haired girl in a blue strappy dress. It was significantly backless with a little tied strap around the back of her neck and another couple of straps tied across her back. Lots of bows. It was obvious from the freedom of movement that she was bra-less beneath the dress. She was by no means large but her breasts took the cotton this way and that as she moved. Leaning forward, her hands resting on a table we were watching her as she was talking to a couple of seated men. From Nitin's and my position we could see how the dress material was falling forward and just starting to show the side of her left breast.
We made some comment about the dress being tied up too tightly. It was almost as if the dress heard us as, immediately, it seemed the ties loosened a bit and rather more breast came into view - and then a little more. It was as if invisible fingers were undoing and then redoing the three bows sequentially, a little less tightly each time. Nitin looked at me with a puzzled expression and a shrug of the shoulders as if to say, 'odd, but who cares!'
The girl noticed nothing as the material sagged steadily forward until Nitin and I had a side view of two hanging breasts not even touching the now very loose dress material. But it was not just Nitin and myself who noticed. The two men she was talking to, saw as well - albeit from a different angle. Indeed gradually so did others though she remained sweetly oblivious until two things happened.
Firstly I did my out of time boob swinging thing. Rather than lifting them I pulled them both to the right so when time restarted they would swing towards Nitin and myself. Secondly just as the girl's breasts swung and she clearly felt the movement Dharini said, "Sally, your top's a little undone."
Sweet to see the realisation on Sally's face as she looked down, the quick looking up to see if anyone had seen; the dawning knowledge a lot had and, at the same time, her back straightening and her hands coming up to cup and hide herself.
Dharini helped her tie her dress tighter. No doubt puzzlement as to how that could have happened. I was somewhat relieved Dharini did not look in my direction. The lift episode and perhaps other odd things had not caused her to put two and two together.
Nitin had appreciated Sally's exposure. I wondered how much more he would relish Dharini having similar 'incidents.' It was useful having my back to the garden wall where I could see everyone and try to time my stopping of time when nobody was looking my way. I managed it when Dharini was bending to put plates on a table - that table again. She was bending over and away from us. Pleasing to come up behind her, out of time, and undo the drawstring of her cream linen trousers. Without any tie at the waist and with a couple of fly buttons undone they would inevitably fall down by themselves once time started. That was how I would leave them for Nitin's benefit but I went a little further for my own.
Out of time I pulled them down to take a look at her knickers. A nice little white slip style pair not exactly covering the upper part of her buttocks or the crack between them. For perhaps an inch and a half from some sweet little dimples downwards, all was very visible. A little adjustment and there were two inches showing of that interesting divide showing. Perhaps ordinarily I might have taken them all down and 'played about' a bit. But this was really for Nitin's benefit. Playing around might well come later! The trousers were pulled up again ready for their hopefully dramatic drop when time restarted.
Of course Nitin had been watching Dharini with me and of course he saw her trousers suddenly drop to mid thigh; as planned, they just did that in real time; he got a very pleasing view and of course by the time Dharini had put the plates down, grabbed her trousers, yanked them up and turned around to see if anyone had noticed, we were not looking at her. Instinctive politeness perhaps. But Nitin's eyes were blinking and there was a very clear look of surprise on his face and no doubt on Dharini's but I did not see that - nor if she was looking very specifically in my direction.
A little while later Dharini was breast feeding Shravitha. Despite my predilection for fresh girl milk, and just as with Cindy, I leave the girls alone when they are suckling the infant. To me sexuality just goes out the window when breasts are properly in use. They are for the baby!
Not so when the baby has been put down: no, not at all! The baby was now so clearly full, looking rather bloated in that lovely baby way when they go all floppy. Just the time when suddenly they may be dramatically sick - so beware! But the little one was winded, carefully set down in her basket, in the shade, for a nap in the fresh air without any dramatic reappearance of its feed.
At this point the baby, to me, had formally left the scene. Things could now happen! Dharini's maternity bra was done up but shirt still loosely open. Nitin and I had politely not been watching, though I did catch the occasional swing of his eyes in her direction. Perhaps he was just interested in the mechanics of looking after the baby but I rather thought not. Our eyes did turn towards her as she put the baby in the basket. A little out of time adjustment by me was then required for Nitin's considerable benefit. A little undoing of clips out of time and as Nitin and I watched (back in time) both breasts swung free within the open shirt; and swing they did - all lovely brownness with big black teats still rather oozing milk. Both Nitin and I stared for a moment or two and then hurriedly looked away but not before Dharini, as she grabbed herself to rearrange things, noticed.
"Phew," said Nitin, "wardrobe malfunction - again!"
His breathing had speeded up. Clearly what he had seen had rather affected him. No doubt he would like to have seen more.
What Nitin was not going to enjoy - but I was - was refreshment from those two breasts. A little wait for an opportunity but with Dharini sitting and talking to Amanda and nobody, including Nitin, looking my way, once more everything went quiet.
There seemed no point leaving Dharini's shirt or bra on for my little escapade. Much nicer to get the twin breasts out in the open. No need to be discreet as with the baby. After all it would only be me to see. In fact, whilst at it, rather nice to do the same to Amanda. What a lovely picture. The two girls sitting and talking in the sunshine - well frozen in the act anyway. One dressed in jeans, the other in cream linen trousers but, pleasingly, both completely topless. Such a contrast. Amanda's so pale skin, her fair hair and those little upwards pointing breasts with their pale pink nipples I so admired: and Dharini with her coffee coloured skin, such dark blue black hair and big round breasts with their black nipples. Big black nipples!
"Come on Nitin; come and have a suck. Just look at those! Who would you like to suck first, Only joking, I know it's Dharini's. But you've got to try Amanda's - this is Amanda by the way. Let's do that first and then... Why don't we have a wanking contest - first to cum over the girl's breasts. Who do you want to decorate - as if I didn't know!"
But of course Nitin neither moved nor heard. Once more I thought how nice it would be to have a TS companion. What fun we could have together, thinking up things to do - and not just a wanking contest by any means! Chatting quietly whilst looking at the girls and planning what we would do. And then the execution - companionably erect in a frozen world, companionably exploring the same 'places.' So pleasant to be able to talk and discuss as we played with the girls.
So nice to look at the girls but good to touch. Moreover good to kneel by Dharini and lean in to suckle.
