"Happy anniversary Dear...have fun."
I said to her as I kissed her on her plump cheeks. Kissing her on her ruby red strawberry flavoured lips wasn't a possibility right now. Though I wanted to ravish her badly.
She adjusted the
pallu
of her red saree though it wouldn't have made any difference. The saree's see through nature did more to highlight every inch of her milky body than hide it. She had that ever so slight bulge to the belly right near the navel that comes naturally to curvy Indian woman making it appear fit but meaty. She had that kinda deep navel that an entire generation of Indian boys has fetishized owing to the thumkas of Madhuri and Sridevi. A set of breasts that would have been at home carved into the walls of Ellora, contained in a blouse that stretched the concept of its own existence...literally held together by threads tied behind her neck and on her creamy inviting back...all of it seductively hidden beneath a waist length curtain of smooth black hair.
The spa treatment had taken 2 hours. She didn't have any hair below her eyebrows. She had even had her make up done like extra tempting today...But what embellishment does perfection need. Even if woken up at 4:00 a.m. after a long night, she would still be a stunner with that cute kokani brahmin face and those mischievous hazel eyes. She had that kind of rich milky fairness that comes naturally to Indian women, not the pale ugly whiteness of the foreigners. She hadn't ever put on such a show. Not even for our wedding day I think. Her excitement was somewhere between a bride and a teenage girl. Mine was popping out of my grey boxer shorts.
"Thanks dear..." She hesitated for a moment and continued"...I hope its okay..I...I love you for this!"
I took her to the full length mirror and stood behind her. She was uncharacteristically tall for an Indian girl... with her heels on she was almost as tall as me. I put her hair over one shoulder exposing her back. Tracing a finger over her spine, I could feel her breathing get heavier. I was wearing nothing but the shorts, she was fully dressed. I had never felt shorter than her before now. I pushed myself closer to her and whispered
"It's okay...I want this. For you. For us. Go have fun.." not that she needed any more encouragement. Just re-assurance. Her scent and her bare neck were too inviting. Before I could start kissing she started rubbing my already warm crotch and stopped me. The mischief in her eyes was back.
"Don't kiss me and ruin my make up. It's not for you today"
I wanted to rape her right then and there.
But I held myself back. She always knew what to say. Not that I hadn't confessed those things to her anyway in our numerous tease and denial sessions over the last 4 years. But it never failed to have an effect. The effect was multiplied by the fact that she actually enjoyed this a lot.
She smiled and said "You remember the promise right...I don't think you are gonna keep it. "and continued to rub my dick over the shorts. She knew fully well it was a promise
I desperately wanted to keep.
"No playing with yourself, till am back..." she held my dick tightly which was almost peeking out
..." Got it?"
I managed to gather enough breath to say
"Got it"
My dick was harder than I ever thought possible.
"Oh and...since you so badly want to obey...put these on"
I never knew my dick could get harder. She took the panties she had worn all day before her evening shower and gave them to me. They were nothing special by the looks of them. Light blue Jockey panties that women generally wear in day to day life. They were obviously special to me, not only because I had used them many times before. But now since they were sweaty and worn by her. Plus they couldn't fit my dick at all...especially now...but again that was the point. She saw the madness in my eyes and smiled knowing that I was loving this.
Without being expressly told to do so, I got naked in front of her. She looked at my average dick and balls which were fully shaved for tonight. I put the panties on. Aesthetically, it looked ugly. But emotionally, it made me feel wound up yet released at the same time. She came close to me. Put her red bangle clad hand around my neck...pulled me closer...while rubbing my HARD crotch sensually, whispered into my ear
"Now we are both dressed as we should be. Don't remove them. Don't dirty them. I want to see your condition...as and when I come back"
We both had no idea of when she would be coming back to our Room no 12 from the sunset view villa no 4. The only one who did know was probably enjoying the beachfront view after having his post workout shower. Getting Prathamesh and her a beach view villa was my idea. It's not that they had both asked for it...but somehow I had done it myself. It was a win-win situation. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel special. But I can't deny the fact that it made me feel lesser...and incredibly aroused.
As we both felt each other's breath on our necks...she gave me a kiss below my ear that just lingered around for the perfect amount of time.
"Thanks... I love you so much, baby"
She moved herself slowly back...as if zooming away from me. She put waived a good bye and a flying kiss at me as she shut the door. I stood there breathing in the moment, feeling the jitters in my heart..trying to even walk to the bed without getting aroused was a challenge. The tight constrained panties over my smooth crotch didn't help at all.
As I was thinking about what to do next, there was a knock on the door. I peeked through the peep hole and it was Kritika again. I feared that she had freaked out. But she was casually weaving her fingers through her hair. She was the kind of girl who didn't enjoy the pool until she got wet...after that she would be the last one to leave.
I opened the door and let her in.
"Am sorry I forgot something" she said casually.
She walked over to her bag...and took out the mangalsutra her mother-in-law...
