Anita: Hello! The blouses are here in this shelf and the bras and panties are in the adjacent one. Here is the new saree (she fetched a new one still in the box. and handed it to me).
Me: Uh! OK (taken aback slightly by her directness. I was sort of expecting her to leave the room, but she was standing still not making any effort to leave.)
(As I pulled the saree out of the box, she came closer to me )
Anita: Personally, I prefer not to wear panties. I like the feeling of the cool air down there, you know what I mean?
Me: yes I know. I do that sometimes too. But… not here.. (and laughed nervously).
(I wondered if Anita isn't wearing anything inside today too, which would explain, all the special attention to her backside by Anil! I didn't realise by then that Anita had decided to have some fun with me too.)
Anita: Why don't you remove your saree and blouse? Its time to try the new stuff!
(She didn't move an inch, I thought to myself- 'I can't afford to be too shy' and turned a bit to face away from he… but not too much, as I thought it might offend her. I undid the safety hook at the shoulder, and placed it on the stretched hand of the now eager Anita.
Anita: Yes, Go on.
I pulled the pleats of my saree out of the petticoat and as casually as I could, I unwrapped the now loose saree from my hip and proceeded to pull it off my shoulders, only too conscious of my huge melons and Anita's inquisitive stare.
Anita: Give it to me Chithra.
I hesitantly passed my saree to her, somewhat unwillingly.
Anita: You have spectacular boobs Chithra! Really!
(unknown to me Anita, had picked up an interest to see the rest of me as she took my saree from me).
Anita: You have a very good structure Chithra. I am seeing so much of you for the first time. ( she paused and looked all over me again)
Me: (blushing) stop it .
Anita: I know what I am talking. I mean it.
As I stood in my blouse and petticoat, my maroon coloured panties peeked out at the gap forms just below the petticoat knot, if its not of the right size. Anita noticed that too. I turned to pick up the new blouse from the shelf. Anita couldn't let the moment go and swiftly poked her finger at my petticoat gap, letting her fingers sprawl along the slit at naked thigh.
Anita: That's a strange colour for a panty! Besides you need to revise your petticoat size again dear. See how much it shows.
I dropped the blouse and turned in shock
Her index finger was still toying the elastic waistband of the panty while her other fingers were actually widening the slit as she spoke!
Me: yes. You are right Anita. Its been a while I stitched a new one ( will she not take her fingers from there? )
(God! This is mortifying) she was smiling and nodding… while her fingers were still toying with my panty's waistband through the petticoat gap.
Anita: I think now would be a right time then! ( she laughed loudly) we have some petticoats too here. But you shouldn't be wearing it so high up anyway? ( before I could ask what she meant her fingers moved up and deftly yanked my petticoat knot)
Shocked at what happened in the middle of the conversation… impulsively I held the loosened petticoat with my hands and shrieked)
Me: Whaa..at are you?
(before I could finish the sentence, the petticoat has already dropped a few inches from my waist)
Anita: ( interrupting me loudly) See! This is what I mean chithra. See the lines here.
( she pointed at the impression that has now been exposed at my waist at the place where the petticoat was tied before. Her fingers traced a line along the impression at my hip as I stood watching her do that gripping my now loose petticoat. But I soon was gasping at her touches around my hip.
Me: (amidst my gasps) yes, its too tightly tied. ( I added).
Anita: Not only that chithra. Its been tied way above, covering this beautiful depression.
Saying that her index finger poked my deep navel AND STAYED THERE!!
(I instantly gasped loudly!)
She came closer and smiled at me wickedly as she continued to softly poke my navel THOROUGHLY enjoying my facial reaction and responses.
I found myself gasping loudly.
Anita: (giggling) Do you like that Chithra?
I tried to avoid her face, but was too late. It betrayed my emotions free of charge.
Me: (feeling stupid as it is, I admitted) Yes.. Anita. I am a very sensitive there.
Anita: (still poking and forming circles around my navel, now stood so close to me that our boobs brushed) well, who isn't honey?
Me: (why is she doing this to me? Did I play with her navel? – silly thoughts like this invaded my head as I stood there holding my loose petticoat with both my hands, not even able to ward off Anita's naughty fingers).
Me: ( I finally blurted) but.. I am a bit over sensitive… please stop it.
Anita: Really? Lets see. (While she continued to play with my belly, she lazily licked the index finger of her free hand and brought it to straight into my navel and pushed it in slowly. It was still hot from her saliva)
Me: aaah! Don't ( I gasped and closed my eyes as she pushed in more)
She giggled sweetly, obviously enjoying what she is doing to me.
Anita: OK then. I stop.
Suddenly pulling her hands off me and dug all her fingers at both sides of my fleshy curvy hip making me JUMP.
Anita: mmm.. nice and curvy you are!
In utter shock I shrieked and let go of my grip at the petticoat and obeying the laws of gravity it slided down to the floor in the same instance. Anita giggled and poked me again, stamping firmly on the fallen petticoat at the floor. This time though, I managed to grab her hands with mine and willingly stepped out of the petticoat to escape her jabs.
Anita: (suppressing her giggle, victoriously, if not viciously, she said) Hey chithra, leave my hand. I won't poke you again. Its just that you were so curvy and inviting dear. Believe me, I used to do that to my sister all the time. She is a bit like you, but not as curvy as you are.
Me: I know what you mean ( I couldn't help but smile, as I reminisced my own student days where I have played the same games. Being at the receiving end is somewhat different)
As I released her hands and laughed with her, she quickly bent and casually picked up my petticoat from the floor.
Anita: So, over there you'll find new petticoats chithra. Its good that you stepped out of this yellow in-skirts that you're wearing. They don't fit you right, besides they won't match the saree well. There are better matching white ones for you in the shelf. Look around ok.
She said those words so commandingly and easily, to my own surprise, I nodded.
Me: OK, I shall look.
(I walked up to the wardrobe and was busy opening the door of the cupboard as anita tiptoed to the changing room door and opened it wide enough to call for anil ..
and called him loudly... laughing )
Anita: Anil.... Want to see our Saree designer's petticoat? It looks like she needs help herself here!!
I turned back to look in horror as Anita casually threw my saree and petticoat outside the door.(still laughing)
(I wasn't sure how much Anil could have seen me ... but, she quickly closed the door and walked to me..)
Anita: Honey?... Have you picked?
Me: Hey ..why did u open the door Anita ? (I asked in a hushed tone.. Very shocked momentarily not even worried about her throwing my saree and petticoat outside)
Anita: (coolly) Dont worry honey... we are all casual here...
She came closer to me and caressed my shoulders and smiled. I didn't know what to believe and a chose to play along, get the whole thing done quickly. I picked up a few petticoats..all to my dislike were in white and were translucent.
me: Are all the petticoats in here white Anita?
Anita: Just to make sure that they dont go well with your panties.. hahaaa...
(She naughtily brought her hands forward to grab my waist band.. but I had anticipated it this time and moved away in time.
Anita: I was just kidding honey. I am not living here everyday. So, honestly I don't know the answer. See,, i am wearing a white one too.
(she lifted the base of her saree elegantly to show me her petticoat)
Me: OK...
I shrugged...and turned to pick one up from the top shelf marked... 38. hoping that its my size. As I did that, I lost my guard momentarily.... letting Anita stand at grabbing distance from me!
Wasting no time at all, with both her hands, she grabbed the sides of my panties.. and gave it a tug to pull the panty material that had been buried in my butt crack)
Anita: Just a favor honey... (she cooed casually, with her fingers still sticking well inside my panty lines on both my butt cheeks )
I blushed furiously. I have never been treated this way before... and YET strangely I was quite excited to turn partially to face another woman who stands close to me with her fingers in my panties .To my surprise, I smiled and even said thanks to her!
As i tried turn back, I realised my panties came down a few more inches as she still hand her fingers stuck there,..)
Anita: OOPS... ( she sounded apologetic)
I hurriedly pulled it up, but it was a little too late as my healthy bush briefly came into view.
Anita: sorry honey .I didn't mean to do that, but looks like u need to clean up there. I know of just the right place, you see.
Me: Uh.. it's ok ( i blushed again and quickly cut her short. I was being eaten alive in shame. I quickly fetched a petticoat and tried to wear it. As soon as I pulled it over my thighs…
Anita.: Hey! I am not joking. You would look horrible if you wear your petticoat over these gaudy coloured panties. So, better change.ok?
Looking down at myself, I had to agree with what she said. I sighed and said OK.
Me: so, is it that shelf that contains the inners? (I went over to the shelf holding the loose petticoat in one hand).
Anita helped me too in searching for the right size, but to my disappointment, they were all many sizes smaller.
Anita: I have an idea! (I can see the light bulb flashing above her head!) Why not give me your panties. We have an additional set of panties in the next room. I will fetch the right one matching the size and shape.. OK?
Me: No. Don't bother, it's nice to wear matching sets, but its not essential.
Anita: Don't be shy honey and sorry to put you into all this trouble
You can wear the petticoat properly in the mean time and remove what's inside.
(I swear that I saw some mischief in her eyes as she said it, but for some reason I decided to comply. Being controlled and told what to do, by this beautiful woman was strangely exciting me.)
Me: uh... ok. .
I soon found myself grabbing the seams of the flimsy petticoat with my mouth so I could let my right hand inside. It was a bit too tight for both hands anyway.
Holding the petticoat in one hand... I slowly pulled my panties...off my hip ... putting up a dance nearly. (anita watched with anticipation in her eyes!)
The petticoat came down to half my thighs...
Anita (the moment my maroon panties appeared below my petticoat..) that's good enough honey. Let me help u...( and knelt down. and grabbed my panties with both her hands... and pulled them down easily)
Can u step aside now please?
(she scopped the twisted panties easily and straightened it in front of me..)
Anita: I will let u get changed into the matching blouse. while i am out.
Me: OK Anita.
I quickly tied the petticoat. It was about 3 inches below navel. (Probably even lower than Anita, I thought). I didn't have a lot of choice, as it was too short.
As she stepped out.. I rummaged the blouse section and found a matching blouse miraculously! I wasted no time and changed into it and waited for her to come back.
Anita came back opening the door widely without knocking A technician sitting outside had a GREAT view of my near naked butt from the transparent petticoat!
I was oblivious to it as I was facing away from the door.
Anita: Sorry darling.. None of the sizes match yours I am afraid.
Me: what? Where are my panties then?
Anita: Oh... it's with Anil. He said he will look up further in another room upstairs.
Me: (my head began to spin) what? You gave it to him?
Anita: Easy Chithra. Relax.
(she came close to me an patted my butt cheeks... this time..)
Anita: See isn't it free.
Me: (God! now Anil knows that I am not wearing panties)
(while was thinking about that.. her naughty fingers started creeping up my crack...
I jumped aside. She giggled and patted my shoulders)
Anita: Get dressed in that new saree chithra. Let's see how it suits you. Oh, the blouse looks fantastic on you. I can already imagine how you would look with the saree. You will be certainly more gorgeous than I am, in this set, for sure. Try the saree on, I will be back soon honey. Promise..
With that she vanished out of the room.
Me: (falling for it) let me try it on. I wore the new saree carefully and as best as I could. She was right. It DID suit me very well. But for the ridiculously short petticoat and obscene low-hip that I am wearing it now, I was actually looking quite alright. If I covered my pallu securely, I was looking decent enough as the saree was not as transparent as I had anticipated it to be.
As I had gingerly stepped out it seemed even the technicians are 'in the know' about my lack of inner wear! At least I was happy to be still wearing my bra and found a good fitting blouse there of matching colour.
As I looked around, no one else seemed to be around but for a leachy technician ogling at my now obscenely exposed hip. I consciously covered it as best as I could with my pallu. He is making no efforts to disguise his stares. (Why should he? of course. He probably couldn't believe that he was seeing the same person, whom he saw a few minutes back! He is perhaps used to the generous exposures of the air hostesses there, but this one he is seeing now has certainly made his day!)
to be continued....
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