Meera and Anjali

The afternoon was humid in Kerala as Anjali boarded the crowded bus wearing a mustard yellow cotton saree. The sleeveless blouse revealed her toned arms along with a shadow of stubble when she raised her hand to grab the overhead handlebar. As the bus breaked forward, her blouse rode up slightly, exposing a bit of her smooth waist. Meera was already on the bus, standing a few feet away, wearing a navy blue salwar kameez.

When passengers boarded, the space between them reduced as Anjali moved closer to Meera. The heat and pressing of bodies made it intimate. Meera noticed Anjali's pallu shifting slightly exposing her blouse and her upper back. She gazed for a moment too long before looking away, blushing.

A sudden stop made Anjali stumble, and her arm brushed against Meera's. Anjali adjusted her grip and a bead of sweat trickled down her temple.

Meera's dupatta slipped this time revealing her shoulder and the strap of her bra as Anjali noticed.

"Are you okay?" Anjali asked and Meera nodded.

Another sharp turn caused Meera to lose her balance, and she instinctively grabbed Anjali's waist for support and her fingers brushed against her bare midriff.

"I'm sorry," Meera said as she pulled back.

"It's fine," Anjali said.

Meera's gaze kept returning to Anjali's underarms whenever she lifted her arm to hold onto the bar. The stubble was dark and glistening faintly with sweat. It felt raw and natural in which Meera admired.

Anjali had noticed Meera's glances and when her dupatta slipped which revealed her shoulders and collarbone.

As the bus neared its stop, Anjali leaned closer.

"Would you like to grab a coffee?"

Meera looked with nervousness.

"I'd like that."

The two women got off the bus together, and walked down a quiet lane with coconut trees.

"My place is just a few minutes away," Anjali said.

They reached a modest house with a small garden and Anjali unlocked the door and gestured to Meera as to enter.

"Make yourself comfortable," Anjali said, slipping off her sandals.

She walked to the kitchen while unpinning her pallu and the saree loosened, revealing her blouse and her back while Meera sat on the sofa.

Anjali returned with two cups of coffee having tied her hair into a bun. She handed Meera her cup as her blouse shifted which gave Meera a clear view of her underarm.

"You're staring," Anjali said.

Meera flushed.

"I didn't mean to."

Anjali sat beside her.

"It's okay, you can tell me what's on your mind."

Meera hesitated.

"I think you're beautiful," she admitted.

"Even this?" Anjali asked, lifting her arm slightly to expose her underarm fully.

Meera nodded and Anjali reached out.

"You're beautiful too," she said.

Her fingers moved down to Meera's shoulder, slipping the dupatta aside and the thin strap of Meera's bra was now visible.

"I like that you're natural," Anjali said.

Meera too reached out now, letting her hand on Anjali's waist and moved upward, feeling the curve of Anjali's back over her blouse.

"There's no need to be shy," Anjali said.

Meera slipped her fingers under the edge of Anjali's blouse, feeling the slight roughness of her pubic hair around her waist where it peeked over the waistband of her petticoat which made Anjali shiver.

"I liked women who embrace themselves," Meera said.

Anjali guided Meera's hand further down.

"And I like how curious you are," she replied.

"Your underarm. Can I see?" asked Meera.

"You're honest. I like that," Anjali said, raising her arm slowly.

The sleeve shifted higher, exposing her underarm in full. Meera reached out hesitantly, her fingertips moved just above Anjali's skin.

"Can I...?"

Anjali nodded.

Meera's fingers brushed against the stubble,

"It's so raw. Real."

Meera let her hand trail down, her fingers on Anjali's waist where the pleats of the saree loosened. She slid her hand under as they encountered a faint hair going down from Anjali's navel.

"Do you want to see more?" Anjali asked.

Meera nodded.

Anjali stood and the saree slipped as she undid the pleats. It fell away, revealing her petticoat. Meera could now clearly see the outline of her pubic hair beneath.

Anjali stepped closer and took Meera's hands to her waist.

"This is me, as I am," she said.

"You're perfect," she said.

Anjali reached for the end of her blouse and l began to untie it and took it off her shoulders, exposing her arms and the dark stubble in her underarms. She didn't shy away and stood in her bra.

"Do you like what you see?" Anjali asked, and Meera nodded.

Anjali's hand covered Meera's, guiding it as she helped Meera push the edge of her petticoat, revealing the dark, dense hair just above her pubic line.

"Feel it," Anjali encouraged.

Meera's fingers brushed the edge of Anjali's pubic hair which was thick and natural. She pulled at the waistband of Anjali's petticoat, letting it slip down, seeing Anjali's full, rounded hips and the natural hair leading down.

"I want to see all of you," Meera confessed.

Anjali smiled and stepped back slightly. Unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties in one go, standing in front of Meera now, completely exposed. Her dark hair, her full breasts and natural curve of her body.

Meera stood, and she too began to undress. Her fingers moved delicately one by one. When Meera was completely undressed, Anjali reached out, moving along her shoulder and down to the dark patch of hair under arm.

"You're perfect," Anjali said.

Anjali gazed at Meera's bareness. Meera's hands moved to Anjali's hips, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together. The heat grew and their skin damp from humidity made it feel like primal.

Anjali's lips kissed Meera's collarbone, moving kisses down to her bosoms. She cupped Meera's breasts and her thumbs teased the hardened nipples. Meera let out a moan as her head tilted.

"You're sensitive," Anjali murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Anjali's hand moved lower, over Meera's stomach, down between her thighs, exploring the wetness.

"You're ready for me," Anjali said.

Meera gasped as Anjali's fingers slid in, exploring every inch of her. Meera too reached for Anjali as her hands moved down her hips and down to the dark hair between her legs. She parted Anjali's legs, finding her own wetness.

They breathed heavier, as Anjali leaned forward, taking in Meera's lips.

"I want to taste you," Meera said suddenly.

Anjali guided Meera to the floor as she lay on the cool tiles. Meera lowered herself between Anjali's thighs and her lips brushed over dark hair before going down to Anjali's wetness, sending a shiver through Anjali's body and Meera flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub. Anjali's hands pulled Meera's hair, guiding her down.

"Just like that," she gasped.

Anjali pulled Meera up and flipped her onto her back with her own lips now exploring every inch of Meera's body and tasting her wetness.

The two women moved together in rhythm with their entwined bodies tensed and came together. They clung to each other, their skin moist with sweat, laying on the floor.