I was aroused, curious, amused and intrigued. I felt shameful, it felt good, but it was what it was. I watched as she made her way from my breasts dow... the centre of my chest to my belly button. I couldn’t help but wonder and how far would she go? How far would I let her go and I smiled to myself it was just too crazy to even go there and her tongue slipped into my belly button, probing it. It recedes followed by an immediate kiss and the tingling grew in my core radiating out to every nerve. To add more essence, I did not wear a bra so that my nipples would be visible. I did not believe my eyes when I looked myself at the mirror. I thought to myself, “if my parent sees me in this clothes, they would kill me”. But I am safe in Bangalore. I took and auto rickshaw to the office. On the way, the driver was looking at my boobs while driving through rear view mirror. I let him enjoy as he needs some entertainment now and then. So I purposely sat in one side and crossed my legs so that he. My eyes scanned the whole room, desperate for something else to think of, something to make the moment pass by. “Stupid kid,” I thought, “there's no way he doesn't know.” And then again something deep inside me wanted him to see me as a young woman, willing to give him all he wants. No!! Turn it off!! It had to stop. During the whole dinner I could hardly bear the tension. I tried my best to act casual. The best way to hide my current state of complete struggle was to eat, I guessed. I hardly. She said no thanks that she would be fine and we stood and chatted for a few minutes. They were on a girls night away - all were school teachers who had studied together. She had a steady b/f and her friends didn't so she wasn't really interested in going out with them to a club. I smiled and said she could join me in the residents lounge for a few minutes if she wished - I told her the barman had refused her friends more drink and that if she texted them that she was unwell they might go ahead.