I sucked my lower lip and opened the skirt to step into it. I wrapped it around my waist and tightened the strings to tie it. It felt softer than my regular outfits.
I turned around to admire a beautiful flare, and a smile spread across my face.
Removing the cloth from my bosom, I was about to pick up my blouse when my gaze fell on the mirror.
My breasts were large, not excessively so, but larger than medium size, noticeable given my body shape and size. I gulped, ignoring them, as they always made me feel self-conscious about my appearance, not positive. They were not firm like those of a younger woman, but more like those of an adult with children, even though I had no children.
A shady thought suddenly crossed my mind, prompting me to look at myself in the mirror again. There was an eagle tattoo inked on my chest, which I had got when I was a year old. It looked tempting. My tribe had this tradition of inking skin to keep track of our population. To keep it hidden, they would engrave it on the chests of both men and women. It was small, only about an inch big, but beautiful.
I wondered if he’d ever like it. And what about my bosom?
I gulped, cupping one of my breasts. It felt big in my small hands. I remembered his size and wondered if he could cup them.
Urgh.
I shook my head and shut my eyes to return from that dark thought.
My lip needed punishment from my teeth, as it lay between them, and a gentle bite brought me back to reality.
Grabbing my blouse, I brought it close to my chest and adjusted it over my breasts before pulling the sleeves up to my shoulders. I looked at the long strings hanging from its back and groaned in frustration.
Daadi-sa wants to live her adulthood through me again.
I tried to tie the strings, but suddenly I heard a clearing of the throat, and my eyes widened in shock.
A wave of fear rippled through me, and my throat went dry as I turned toward the voice, only to realise a pair of eyes was already fixed on me. They watched from the couch in the corner, covered by darkness.
A smirk curved his lips as he leaned forward, letting the sunlight spill over his face and catch in his deep green eyes.A not-so-old memory invaded my mind.
My stomach twisted, and I felt a strange weakness in my knees as he stood up from the couch and walked toward me, taking predatory steps.
I gulped nervously, trying to speak.“Wh…what are you doing here? How long have you been… there?”
He plucked a handful of grapes from the fruit basket on the table and popped a few into his mouth.
I looked at his well-carved jaw moving as he ate the soft fruit, and tightened my fingers on the back of my blouse to keep it secured.
“Before you came inside,” he said, and I felt a churning in my lower abdomen.
“So, you’ve… been watching me… change?” I stammered, and he sat on the edge of the dressing table.
I lowered my gaze to his sweaty neck and the rolled-up sleeves of his dark blue kurta, his veins more prominent on his arms than ever before.
“Not just changing, but…” he lowered his gaze to my chest, and I felt my buds perking up, blossoming under his attention. “… you, caressing your bosom,”
I gulped, feeling timid, and looked at him as he stuffed two more grapes into his mouth, pulling them straight from the bunch. My gaze flickered between his eyes and lips.
Suddenly, he cupped my cheek and pulled me closer.
My waist pressed against his middle, and my eyes widened in shock.
But my lashes lowered as he brought his lips closer and pushed the grapes into my mouth.
Water trailed from the corner of my mouth, down to my jaw.
“Your throat seems dry,” he muttered.
I pulled back and stood frozen.
