The Flight Simulator by Chithra - 2

A few days passed with exchange of greetings and exchange of pleasantries when we , and one morning, just after Ravi and my son left home, I was busy stuffing the dirty clothes inside the washing machine when I heard the doorbell. Irritated, 'what has he forgot now' cursing under my breath, I wiped the sweat on my forehead and rushed to the door. As I opened my tone changed from irritation to smile, 'Oh hello Anil, please come in.' still standing at the entrance I wiped my forehead with my pallu. In the morning hurry-burry the saree had slipped below navel which I hadn't noticed. As I was wiping, Anil was getting a grand view of my deep navel which I didn't realise at that time. 'I am sorry again to catch you at an odd time, but I felt that you would be quite interested to know too, about the design we have chosen. Would you want to come with me? I would like to introduce you, the brain behind the work to our team and our trial girl, one of the Stewardesses that would try the outfit on. What you say Chithra? It's scheduled for this morning. I hope you can join me.'

He was so convincing that I said yes first and then realised my state. I was sweating from head to toe, and badly needed a shower before I want to leave the house to anywhere. 'Can you wait here for a few minutes Anil? I won't be long, ok?' I ran inside the bedroom, headed for our en suite bathroom, wondering how casual I have become now, calling him in a first name basis - so freely. Once inside I banged the bathroom door and shed my sweaty clothes as fast as I could and jumped in the shower. As I just finished and was wiping myself dry, I could hear the phone ringing. Not thinking much, wrapping myself up with the sane turkey-towel that I was wiping my body with, I opened the door to pick up the cordless phone in the bedroom. The phone was ringing about 3 to 4 times already as I opened the door. At the same time, Anil had just stepped in to the bedroom entrance from the hall. I realised his presence after I took a couple of steps and was halfway there between the phone and the bathroom door. He looked as stunned as I was, seeing me like that.

The towel was too small and was just barely covering my pussy from open view and showed my legs in full glory. I held my hand at the knot over my boobs tightly and froze in shame. Thankfully the bedroom light was not on, and only a dull day light was seeping in. Anil was scanning me from head to toe, as I shifted uncomfortably. We both heard the phone ring again. Regaining his composure Anil said, 'I am awfully sorry to surprise you like this Chithra.' Still shocked, I nodded, signalling its ok. But instead of going back to the living room, he stepped forward quickly, 'don't worry, I am closer to the phone' and picked up the receiver and held it to me. As he handed over the receiver, he stared at my boobs as they seem to be spilling over the towel, despite my futile attempt to cover up with my hands. As I took the phone to my ear, he stepped out smiling at me. It was Ravi on the call. He sounded irritated about the delay. I explained to him that I was in shower. It was nothing important and was one of his regular calls. Since he yelled at me, I decided that I could tell him about my trip today with Anil, later in the evening. After the conversation, I got dressed up quite hurriedly, picked up the first set of inners that popped out of the drawer, a white bra and a maroon panty and yellow petticoat to go with my yellow saree and similar coloured blouse. I applied a little make up and got ready while thinking about my rendezvous with Anil a few minutes back.

As I stepped out to the lounge, Anil apologised to me sincerely. I was still unable to look at his face as I was still reeling in shame. He came close to me and patted my shoulder gently. 'Its OK chithra. That was an accident. I am sorry about it too. But you looked very fantastic back there.' I smiled at him very shyly and instantly looked away. 'C'mon lets go. That lavender perfume feels great on you.' he said.
Genuinely surprised, 'wow you're an expert at this' , I said. He laughed and nodded a no. 'I just looked at the label when I was picking up the phone.'

I laughed with him heartily complimenting his observation skills as we moved out to his car. Laughing aloud brought back some normality in me and on our way to his work place, we were talking various things and I had nearly forgotten the morning's incident as we reached his work place.

We wasted no time and went to his office right at the airport perimeter. It was in a classified area requiring clearance and as we entered his office there were many faces greeting him. We reached a large office area, largely empty, with a lot of design charts and other paraphernalia. It was connected to various different rooms and it was nearly empty, but for a couple of his colleagues who were glued to their PCs in a corner.

'She should be here any minute now.' Anil said. Before I could ask who, the door on the opposite side opened and a stunningly beautiful lady walked towards us. 'Hi Anil, this must be chithra'. She was waving at me. I smiled at her and waved back. 'Anil was full of praises for you. You must be a star, he doesn't praise anyone easily.' I just responded with a smile modestly not realising by then, that I wouldn't have any of it (modesty) left soon!

Anil introduced us: This is Anita, our senior air hostess and she is chithra, the brain behind our design.

Anita: The brain behind the design also has a lot of beauty!

I smiled shyly and shook her hand, but as I did my eyes compulsively went to her bare midriff. She seemed immune to my stares, but not Anil. I took a good long look at her curvy unblemished nearly bare hip and her deep navel exposed so carelessly, by her drooping waistline and her generous cleavage showing through her semi-transparent single layered pallu. That was one of the saree designs with a white base that she was wearing. I recognized the pattern instantly.

Anil: Chithra, Can you make sure that everything is fine with her saree,? I mean the right designs are at the right places, as you have imagined. You know…

Me: Ok, sure. (Anita stood smiling at me like a statue).

Anil: Do you think that she is exposing a bit too much?

I kept quiet as I didn't want to criticise her right away. 'Man! This would be quite a show if all the girls dressed this way!' I thought.

Me: Sure the saree suits her well.
Anita: (proudly) thank you. I am sure it would suit you very well too Chithra. You have a great body you know.

Me: (ignoring that comment for the moment) How does it feel to wear it Anita?

Anita: yeah. It's a new material. So soft and silky, Just glides, you know.

Me: Do you have any trouble tucking in your pleats? ( I moved her pallu aside gently and inserted my index finger inside her waistline right at her pleats to check . )

Me: Yes… feels right Anita.

While I was checking, my fingers brushed against her lower abdomen. I refrained from poking her navel.

Me: oh…you have a very smooth skin. I am surprised even how the saree hangs on you? (I laughed at my own joke, promptly joined by Anil).

Anil: Yes she is silky smooth (and to my surprise, he gently pinched her waist!)

Anita was gloating. She obviously liked being the centre of attention and was enjoying my micro scanning her.

Anita: Chithra, you should try it out too. After all, it's your design.

Me: Me? … Oh …well..no… its fine.

Anil: Yeah, why don't you try it on as she says? C'mon

After a bit more persuasion from both of them, I gave in.

Me: Ok. I shall try it on.

Anita: That's great. I think, the rest of the stuff you're wearing wouldn't match the saree though,(pointing at my blouse) but don't worry. This is air-hostess world. We have all the clothes, in all colours and patterns. (looking at Anil).

Anil: oh! (now staring directly at my boobs with a smiley face), but I doubt if we might have anything big enough to fit her huge melons. No air-hostess here has such big ones here, as far as I know.

Confused at Anil's sudden directness I cringed in embarrassment, Anita laughed & added 'yea they ARE huge indeed!'
Amidst her giggles, she placed both her hands at the base of my tits and bounced them up a couple of times just like a juggler would.' I shrieked and jumped back from her totally not anticipating this one coming. 'and heavy too' she guffawed and this time Anil roared with her too.
As I stood red faced, still laughing she gently placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me 'C'mon chit. Let's go.' I moved along as she opened the door to the adjacent room, my mind still rewinding the invasion of my boobs.

I was cursing myself. Of course, I felt her up nicely for my share. So I can't blame her now for taking liberties. – was my naïve mind's reasoning.

She closed the door behind us and interrupted my thought by shaking me by my shoulders.

to be continued......