THE DINNER

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  Jiya had not carried much. She had packed two salwar suits. She decided to wear the dark geeen one. It was a simple but elegant sleeveless suit. The neck was deep but the designing was simple.

She had taken a quick shower and shampooed her hair with the wonderful fragrant shampoos available in her bathroom. The shirt was designed in such a manner that there were threads tied on bothends of her waist. The palazo was made of sheer green material which gave a hint of her beautiful legs.

She had kept her hair open . Her hair was long and it went till her knees. luckily she had packed a pair of sandals which she now used. She had applied light pink lipstick and very minimal makeup.

Sagar was waiting for her. It was around after half an hour when he heard someone coming down the stairs.

He looked up to see Jiya coming. She was looking so beautiful with her long hair, pink lips and her curvaceous body wrapped in an elegant suit. It was as if a seductress had entered.Just one look at her and he was doomed.

He wanted to kiss the lipstick of her lips, to untie those threads from her shirt and reveal the beautiful body underneath. Though Jiya was not very fair but still her complexion was quite fair and her skin was clean and flawless.

He had never thought that a fully covered dress like salwar suit could arise such erotic feelings in him. The sight of her creamy neck and sleeveless arms were a huge turn on.

How was he expected to sit decently and have dinner with her when all he wanted to do was to take her to bed?

Sagar was very handsome. She had always seen him in tux and formal clothes but today seeing him in a caual t shirt and jeans he redefined masculinity.

She knew that he was the first man who tempted her to lose her virginity.

Her brain knew that he was wrong for her but her heart asked her to be reckless , to experience lovemaking with him because he would be the best.

This was going to be a long dinner for both of them.  

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