Finally turbulence subsided and every one somehow back on our feet. As she moved away her saree dropped so low, the apex of Anita's pussy was visible, with all indications that it might be shiny and glistening. The area just above, where her pubic hair should have been, was totally smooth, as can be seen from the cabin light glow. I looked at her, shocked a bit at how low the waistline of her saree dropped. She made no effort to cover that immediately.
Anita: (in a tone of mock complaint) you guys really piled on me out there
Anil: well, it's the turbulence baby. By the way, you need to think about wearing a push-up bra Anita. Not everyone is as blessed as Chithra.
I blushed and turned away. As I did, I just noticed how I managed to push a sizable bunch of saree into her butt cleft, letting the shape of her butt show obscenely now. Suddenly, it reminded me of the way she pulled my panties off my butt cheeks in a cocky way at the dressing room, earlier.
With a naughty smile on my face... making sure that Anil watched, I quickly pulled her saree off her butt with my hand. She turned around a bit shocked. Uncharacteristically, she did look embarrassed. That 'priceless' look on her face made my heart fill with happiness.
Me: Returning the favour Anita...
She quickly smoothed her saree with a sort of stupid smile.
Anil was chuckling looking at me. I bit my tongue realising what I have just said, in my moment of triumph I gave away the fact that she did something similar to me.
Anil: (trying to sound professional in the midst of all the sensuality)
hmm, Ok. Next test is serving beverages and food this time Anita will go first, since chithra needs to watch.
me: ok.. (I stood back)
Anita, though smiling, was thinking of a ways to get even with me, as she walked away. She is all poise as she walked back with the trolley. She served an imaginary customer seated on the right side to Anil. Her smooth butt almost touched Anil's face as she bent towards the seat to place the empty glass and pour the juice. Anil's naughty fingers wasted no time and he momentarily ran them in her crevice.
Anita: (turning around with a smile)"ouch", Mr. Customer, better behave your self.
I watched the whole thing intently. She seemed to have done a fine job, despite the distractions from the customer. I wanted to beat her with my politeness and attitude, or at least equal her.
Anil: your turn chithra. You can serve the customer to my left
me: ok
I pushed the trolley with the juice, and walked to the seat sticking a smile on my face (as she did) and bent forward, attempting to serve the customer. (the empty seat). I placed the empty glass on the tray and opened the juice carton to pour.
At that moment, Anita reached me with a devilish smile on her face and gently tickled my navel.... with a gotcha look, on her face. As she continued to tickle me she leaned forward, and her grinning face met mine as her fingers continued the torment.
I squealed in shock at first, but continued to pour the drink, clenching my teeth. I half expected it as she reached me, but it was quite unbearable as her thumb nail was drawing circles around my navel while her other four fingers tickled my lower abdomen in small movements.
I avoided her face and tried as best as I could to concentrate. Finally, as I finished pouring and got up, she took her hand off me and moved away towards the pantry still widely grinning at me, mischief written all over her face.
I was happy, having resisted that. I just heard Anil telling me to go ahead and serve the rest of the customers too in that row. I nodded and still with the same smile opened the tray in front of the middle seat. As I bent forward to do, Anil was enjoying the spectacular view of my constantly shifting butt cheeks beneath the saree.
Anita came back and stood behind me very quietly, with a cube of ice in her head, her face suppressing a giggle. Anil looked at what was in her hand and gave a thumbs-up sign with a wide grin on his face too. I bent forward to open the tray in front of the middle seat and stood back again to pour the juice. Standing straight, as I was pouring the juice into the glass, I felt something very cold hit my bare back inside my blouse!!
Anita pulled my blouse from behind and had dropped the ice-cube!
Me: Aaawwww!!
I shrieked, dropped the glass and shook the carton in utter shock, spilling the juice all over my blouse in the front. Most of the juice from the carton has now made its way to my boobs soaking my blouse and saree wet, at the front.
me: Hey! What did you do Anita?? (I turned, bringing both my hands to my back, tried to reach the ice-cube out of the damn blouse.)
Anita: (coolly) I was just being a customer, chithra. I have had someone do that to me once.
me: (my hands still at my back to trying to retrieve the ice) Oh really?, what did u do then? ( I was asking her while my own blouse was soaked with juice from front).
Anil: Oh, I just went on with my work. It was in midair, what can I do? A colleague of mine helped me take it out. Besides I didn't create a mess like you and spill the juice all over my chest. Come, let me help you dear.
Still smiling, she held my shoulders and whirled me around and I faced Anil. She inserted her fingers inside my blouse and instead of immediately pulling the ice-cube out, moved it all over my bare back, making me squeal more and wiggle my body.
Cold juice has seeped through my bra and the contact of the cold fluid on my breasts has made my nipples instantly taut. Both my light brown nipples became very erect and hard. Since the blouse was wet, just at the right places and saree sticking to it, the shape of my breasts was clearly seen and a very prominent outline of my nipples was being cast.
My breasts jiggled a lot as Anita tickled me with that little ice-cube. Anil was looking at those pointed nipples with a great deal of interest. I felt like a hooker jiggling her breasts in front of a customer as I did that. My face became red as he licked and moistened his now dry lips. Despite the situation, the whole thing thrilled me, and knowing that his eyes were fixed on my boobs I shook them a bit more that I should have. His hand stroked his manhood over his pant and his eyes were fixed on my wet tits
Anta: Hey, stand still chithra
The fingers from her hand that was holding my shoulder, crawled to brush the side of my boobs freely now. The ice- cube was finally out of the blouse as I jutted forward both my tits and arched my back as much as I could, thus creating a lot of room between the blouse and my back. I could feel Anil's breath brushing my tummy. He was sporting a big hard-on now. It was quite evident. For her share, Anita got even with me and more. I am left with a very wet blouse and the A/C was not helping that.
Anita's fingers generously brushed my pokey nipple as she slowly pulled her hand off me. It was clear that all 3 of us were horny at that very moment. I felt a bit disappointed as Anita took the ice-cube off me. My body was screaming now to have that ice-cube slid all over me. I was imagining all sorts of things Anita's fingers would do to me, armed with that ice-cube. With some difficulty, I came back to my senses.
Me: Thanks Anita.
Anil: Oh,its ok. But chithra, you are all wet. See. Sorry about my little mischief. It caused more harm than intended. (She said sweetly. she wanted to get even with me but got even + 2 instead.)
I was quite a sight with the wet blouse and saree clinging on to me.
Anil: Anita, you must have a change of clothes here, don't u?
Anita takes added interest in me as seeing /feeling up /playing with those massive melons of mine were always on her list.
Anita: Unfortunately, no Anil. They just cleaned this up yesterday and didn't fill in the clothes cabinet
I looked at them both worried, as I am now one step closer to reality.
Anil: It's not good to stay like this soaked to your skin in an A/C environment Chithra. Besides, there are still some tests left in the first class section, too.
me: (in utter disbelief) what? I am all stained and wet Anil and you're worried about your tests?
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