A Taste of the Wild

A Dressup Fiasco

Authors Notes: Huge thanks to rincybabu for the story concept, book cover and artworks. 

Writing a story after a long time. Hope you guys like it. Please read like and comment.

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Hmm! Perhaps I should show a little more skin. What if I exposed my navel too?? I thought as I adjusted the pallu of the saree I was wearing. I slipped my thumbs into the waistline and pulled it down a little more letting more of my midriff skin breathe. Then I carefully folded my pallu into smaller pleats and laid it over my shoulder and checked myself in the mirror.

Oh My! I giggled at my own reflection in the mirror seeing my deep oval-shaped navel glaring back at me, shy and blushing for being left out in the open like that. What an alluring sight it was? Any guy would go weak on their knees if they see me like this.

"Deepikaaaaaa.............will you please get out already?" I started as my husband Sanjay's exasperated angry voice carried into my room from beyond the closed door for the ...how many times it was again? I lost count after three.

"Coming....Just a couple more minutes.." I yelled back the same excuse I have been yelling for the past couple of hours and went back to the task at hand. It is ok. I told myself. His anger will dissipate as soon as I step out of the bedroom and he sees how good I look. After all, he was going to introduce me to his employees for the first time today. I am sure he wants me to look my best. After self-convincing myself of the righteousness of my decision I went back to examining myself.

Hmm. Can't deny that leaving my navel exposed like that raised the oomph factor of my appearance by like a 1000 times. But I couldn't forget the fact that I was still at Kerala. Wearing a saree like this in a conservative state like Kerala was like an open invitation to get slut-shamed. And that was the last thing I wanted. Then again these people I am about to meet were all software professionals. Surely, they are a much more modern and sophisticated crowd. They will have a much more open mindset. Wouldn't they? I bet all the ladies are going to come dressed in modern outfits. Still just to be safer I suppose it is better to tone down on the skin show a bit.

So I readjusted the pleats into slightly wider ones and checked myself in the mirror once more. Perfect! My pallu was covering my navel now but only by a few inches. A generous amount of my curvy hip was visible. My right love handle peeked out sensuously begging to be caressed by a strong masculine hand. My mind conveniently presented me with a mental image of a strong powerful hand placed firmly on top of my exposed curve and squeezing. Ufff! I gasped almost feeling that squeeze on my skin instantly making my insides clench deliciously.

"For God's sake Deepika!! for the 100th time.... please get out already. " Sanjay's furious yell carried over again this time accompanied by a loud rattling bang on the door. I jumped startled out of my wits at the loud sound.

"Yes! Yes! Coming! Just a moment" I said hurriedly checking myself in the mirror one last time. Usually, I am very critical of my appearance but today even I had to admit that I looked exceptionally good. The dark green saree and the matching sleeveless blouse I was wearing complimented my creamy and flawless skin texture nicely. My hair which I have spent a considerable time conditioning now laid loosely on my shoulders all wavy and shiny. All around I was looking quite classy and beautiful if I could say so myself.

In a moment of naughtiness, I cocked my hips to a side and smiled devilishly at myself as a generous expanse of my belly and my oval-shaped navel came into view tantalizingly. Feeling giddy as I imagined myself capturing the attention of all those fine gentlemen who work under Sanjay. I imagined them trying hard to not let their eyes stray towards my navel which will be playing peek and boo behind my pallu in accordance with my movements. And I will pretend not to notice them while drinking in and basking in the glory of all those stares on my sexy midriff.