“How does that feel? Does it turn you on?” she asked while I turned my head to look down at her boobs. In turn she added “I’ve seen you look a... my boobs. You like my boobs do you? I do too. They are nice aren’t they? Do you want to touch them?” You have no idea what I want. I want to touch them. I want to grab them and squeeze them and I want to push you back and squeeze them and lick them and swallow them up whole, Lucy I told myself. God, you have no idea. “I’ll let you do anything you want. I was bent with her knee very near to me, gaining some morecourage I started pulling her saree along with her petticoat slowly towards meand hence her leg got wider and could see her round ass very clearly now, theywere large and round and could not see the panty lines this made me very hotand I had an urge to squeeze them but did not have the guts. As her legs werewide she might be feeling uncomfortable hence she moved again but this time sheslept on her back. Here saree was not pinned to her. None of which appealed to me. I wanted to look sexy. I wanted to be noticed. “Time to go shopping” I thought. “Mall here I come.” A bit of retail therapy did me good. I returned home with several slutty outfits to choose from. The following evening I picked out a skimpy black dress from my new purchases to wear. It was a halter dress, exposing my entire back showing off my lower back tattoo (aka tramp stamp) nicely. The hemline barely covered the ‘goods’, and the neckline plunged down almost to. A few seconds later, I felt these hands go around my waist. Startled, I turned around to find him standing there smiling. I blushed a little. "I don't normally do this" I said. He replied, "Neither do I, but you are ever so beautiful". Blushing more, he took my hand and led me to his home. As he went through his front door, he turned me around. My back against the wall, he moved the hair out of my face and kissed my lips ever so softly. He put his hand at the back of my neck and pulled me in.